The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The ink did not dry so much as it sank into the vellum, a slow, hungry absorption that seemed to pull the color from Eamon’s hands and into the page itself. He sat in the lower scriptorium of the Abbey of St. Cuthbert, the stone floor cold through the thin wool of his tunic, and the air around him was thick with the scent of oak gall, pumice, and the faint, metallic tang of his own blood. It...

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