The Distant Promise

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The ink on the parchment was not merely black but a bruised, visceral violet that seemed to pulse in the dim, candle-lit scriptorium of the Abbey of St. Jude, where the air hung heavy with the scent of dried sage, damp stone, and the slow, inevitable rot of forgotten things. Elias Thorne, a junior scribe whose hands were perpetually stained with the residue of iron gall and crushed berries, sat...

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