The Scribe's Chronicle
The candle guttered in Brother Anselm's hand as he dipped the quill into the inkwell and returned to the page. The letters were forming slowly—Latin text, illuminated with gold leaf, each character a small act of devotion that would take him three days to complete. Three days for two pages. That was the pace of the scriptorium. That was the pace of knowledge in the year of our Lord 1455. Anselm...
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