The Distant Journey

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The silence in the scriptorium was not empty but heavy, a physical weight that pressed against your eardrums and settled in the hollow of your chest, a place where the air had thickened into a grey, opaque fog that tasted of stale ink and the damp, rotting earth beneath the stone foundations of the abbey, and you stood there, your hands trembling not from cold but from a profound, visceral...

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