The Wistful Witness

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The ink on Elias Thorne’s fingers had turned a bruised purple, a stain that no amount of lye or scrubbing could lift, and it pulsed with a faint, rhythmic heat that matched the beating of his own heart. In the scriptorium of the University of St. Albans, where the air hung thick with the scent of oak gall and damp stone, Elias worked with the desperate precision of a man trying to outrun his...

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