The Distant Legend

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The ink is cold. You know this because your fingers have turned the color of the parchment they rest upon. You are alone in the scriptorium. The air smells of oak gall and damp stone. It is the year of our Lord 1342, though you count the days by the chipping of the candle wax. You are a scribe. You are a scholar. You are a man who believes in the order of things. You believe that God is a...

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