The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The ink bled. It did not flow with the crisp, decisive line that Abbot Malachi required of the Psalms, but instead spread in dark, wet tendrils across the vellum, a slow hemorrhage of black that defied the quill’s intent. Elara watched the smear expand, her hand trembling not from the cold that seeped through the stone floor of the scriptorium, but from the sudden, crushing weight of a mistake...

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