The Faded Frontier

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The quill snapped. Elias stared at the broken nib, a shard of goose feather trembling in the inkwell, the black liquid spreading across the parchment like a bruise. He was twenty-two, and his hands shook with a tremor that had nothing to do with the cold. The scriptorium of St. Jude’s was silent, a vaulted cathedral of dust and candlelight where the air tasted of iron and old paper. He needed...

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