The Faded River

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The Faded River

The ink on the vellum was not merely black, but a void that seemed to absorb the ambient light of the scriptorium, a darkness so profound it felt less like a pigment and more like a wound in the fabric of the page. Brother Julian, the Master of the Copyists, stood before the great oak table, his hands trembling with a tremor that was not of fear, but of the terrible, accumulating weight of...

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