The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The ink was black and cold, smelling of iron and old blood, and I watched it bleed into the parchment not as a line but as a wound, spreading its dark veins through the fiber of the skin until the words I had carved so carefully with my chisel were lost beneath the tide of the black. I stood in the center of the scriptorium, the high windows above me letting in a thin, grey light that did not...

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