The Faded Frontier

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The ink bled. It did not dry; it wept. I watched the black stain spread across the parchment, eating the letterforms I had tried to form. My hand trembled. I was twelve years old, and my fingers were stained to the knuckles with soot and iron gall. I wanted to write the Forbidden Codex. I wanted to prove I was not just a boy, but a scribe. Master Halloway stood behind me. He did not shout. He...

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