The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The ink in the scriptorium was not black, but a deep, arterial red that seemed to pulse against the vellum, and Elara watched it bleed into the pores of her thumb as she pressed the nib, knowing that the Book of Whispers was not merely a text but a living thing that consumed its readers. She had spent the last three nights transcribing the forbidden pages, her hands trembling not from the cold...

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