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... parchment and wax candles heavy in the air.
The afternoon light bled through tall stained-glass windows, painting fractured colors across the table where books—stacked, opened, scattered—waited like silent witnesses to his thoughts.
He turned another page, the thin paper whispering beneath his gloved fingers.
He was reading again about the religion of this world—the Book of Acclaim, as they called it. To others, it was sacred scripture, the word of the divine.
To ...
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