The Faded Photograph

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14th of October, 1348. My hand shakes as I press the quill to the parchment, the ink bleeding into the fibers like a wound that will not close. The cold has settled into my joints again, a persistent ache that mirrors the creeping darkness at the edges of my vision. I am forty years old, and the border warden’s life has taken its toll in ways the Crown’s pension ledger does not account for. I...

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