L'Eglise Aristotelicienne Romaine The Roman and Aristotelic Church

The young man didn’t know how long he stood there, trembling in the stillness his body no longer obeyed. Shame clung to him like mist. Every breath scraped like glass against his ribs.

He hadn’t no ...

The young man's heart thundered in his chest, loud and unrelenting, as if trying to warn him, or perhaps to flee from his own ribs. The moment Kalixtus' fingers touched him—those long, curved, glintin ...

Siemen followed the silent servant through the marble halls like a lamb being led to the altar.

The Palazzo was no ordinary place. The entrance alone stole his breath—cool white marble beneath his ...

The white falcon returned with an answer. The guards—who had not taken their eyes off the young man—seemed to understand without words. One gave a subtle nod.

Then came the signal.

With a resoun ...

The young man approached the Palazzo Doria Pamphilj as the first pale light of morning brushed the city.

He wore a simple yet carefully chosen blue doublet—modest enough not to offend his host’s el ...