The Distant Legend

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The nib scratched against the vellum, a dry, tearing sound that seemed to pull at the very fiber of the page, and I watched the ink bleed into the grain, darkening it until the words looked less written and more bruised. I was thirty-two years old, a royal scribe of modest reputation and desperate need, and my hands were steady enough to hold the quill but not enough to stop the tremor that had...

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