The Distant Legend

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2026-08-20 17:52:16 -

The ink was drying on the parchment. It smelled of oak gall and iron. I watched the black lines settle into the vellum. They did not bleed. They held their shape. This was a good day for work. The scriptorium was cold. The stones were damp. Outside, the rain fell on the slate roofs. It sounded like a whisper. It sounded like a warning. I did not look up. I kept my eyes on the letter. My hands...

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