The Distant Journey

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The frost had not yet melted from the high walls of the Abbey, but inside the scriptorium, the air was thick with the scent of heated ink and the dry, brittle dust of old vellum. I was not alone in my labor, though I had not seen another human face in three days. The brothers had retreated to the cloisters, their voices muted by the heavy stone arches, but I remained at my desk, my quill...

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