The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The ink had not yet dried on the ledger when the silence of the scriptorium became a physical weight, pressing against my eardrums with the viscosity of old varnish and the dust of ground oak gall. I sat in the alcove assigned to the junior scribes, my back rigid against the cold stone, the quill trembling slightly in my hand not from the chill of the November air but from the sheer, terrifying...

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