The Distant Promise

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The ink on the manuscript page was still wet, glistening like a fresh wound in the dim, amber light of the scriptorium. You held your quill steady, the nib trembling slightly against the vellum, for the words you were writing did not come from your mind but from a voice that had begun to whisper in your ears three days ago, a voice that spoke of a door in the East Wing that should not be...

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