The Wistful Saga
The ledger did not balance, not because of a mathematical error in the sum of the grains of wheat or the measure of the salt, but because the ink itself had begun to bleed into the parchment with a vitality that defied the dry, dusty air of the scriptorium, a slow, hemorrhaging spread of violet that pulsed in time with the heart of Elias Thorne, the junior scribe who had spent the last three...
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