The Faded Frontier

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The quill felt slick and cold in your fingers, the nib trembling with a viscosity that defied the dry parchment beneath it, as you stared at the register of living monks where your own name, Elias Thorne, had been scraped away with a jagged, violent gouge, replaced by a date of death three years hence in ink that seemed to absorb the candlelight rather than reflect it. You had come to Saint...

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