The Wistful Skyline

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended veil of gray water that turned the stone walls of the priory into something porous, breathing with the damp chill of the earth. Inside the scriptorium, where the air smelled of oak gall ink and the slow decay of vellum, Brother Elias sat hunched over his desk, his fingers stained black up to the first knuckle, holding the quill as a surgeon...

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