The Distant Summer

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2026-08-20 07:36:04 -

The air in the scriptorium was thick. Dust motes danced in the shafts of light. They were gray. They were still. Marcus sat at the oak desk. His back was straight. He was a scholar. He was old. His hands were dry. They trembled slightly. He held a quill. The nib was sharp. It smelled of iron. He wrote. The ink was black. It was wet. It spread on the vellum. He wrote for the Abbot. He wrote...

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