The Distant Summer

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The ink was still wet when the fever broke, a dark smear on the parchment that looked less like a word and more like a wound. I held the quill in my right hand, the one that shook, and watched the feather tremble against the desk. Outside, the rain lashed against the high windows of the monastery, a relentless, rhythmic drumming that seemed to come from the earth itself. I was the Archivist of...

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