The Distant Summer

ha aggiunto una foto Literature

2026-08-22 07:34:40 -

The ink was black, but the silence in the scriptorium was grey, a heavy, suspended dust that coated the backs of our throats. I sat at the third desk, my fingers cramped around the quill, staring at the vellum where the words of the *Codex Aeternum* were meant to bloom. I was twenty-four, young enough to be frightened by the weight of the Abbot’s expectations, old enough to know that fear was a...

0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 1 Views 0 Anteprima