The Distant Affair

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The quill trembled in Elias Thorne’s hand, a slender, black feather that seemed to vibrate with a life of its own, dipping into the pot of ink that smelled not of gall and oak gall but of iron and old copper. He was a scribe of the Royal Chancery, thirty years old, with ink-stained fingers and a mind sharp enough to carve stone, and he sought to transcribe the forbidden *Codex of Silence* to...

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