The Distant Summer

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2026-08-20 20:49:11 -

The rain hammered against the slate roof of the abbey school, a rhythmic, violent drumming that drowned out the scratching of your quill. You sat in the corner of the scriptorium, the air thick with the smell of wet wool and old ink, your fingers stained black up to the knuckles. You were copying the Psalms, the third time this year, because your hands trembled and the letters came out crooked,...

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