Le Secret de la Basilique

Previously

…He looked down at the pouch, its contents now feeling heavier than ever. He had glimpsed a fragment of a forgotten history, a secret guarded for centuries. And now, he was its custodian. The chase was far from over. It had, in fact, only just begun. The basilica had yielded its secrets, but in doing so, it had also unleashed its guardians. He was no longer just a scribe; he was a target, a beacon of forbidden knowledge in a world that craved ignorance. And the shadows, he knew, were already gathering.