The Distant Promise

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The ink is black as the void that waits in the belly of the earth, and you are mixing it with a trembling hand, your fingers stained up to the knuckles in a way that feels less like work and more like a ritual of self-erasure, while the candlelight flickers against the damp stone walls of the scriptorium, casting long, dancing shadows that seem to breathe in time with your own ragged heartbeat....

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