The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The nib of the quill scratched against the vellum with a sound like dry leaves tearing, and Elias watched the ink pool not in the letters he intended but in the spaces between them, swelling into the distinct, hollow sockets of a dead man’s eyes. He had been at the desk for six hours, transcribing the Codex of Silence, a task assigned to him as penance for a debt of service that the Order’s...

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