The Faded Photograph

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The ink bled. It did not dry. It spread through the fiber of the vellum like a bruise, dark and wet, defying the cold air of the scriptorium. Elias watched the letter *A* bloom into a black void. He had written it a hundred times. He had written it a thousand times. The symbol was a prison. The symbol was a key. He did not know which. The candle guttered. The shadows in the corner lengthened,...

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