The Faded Photograph

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You are holding the page wrong, Elias. The voice of Head Archivist Moray cut through the damp chill of the scriptorium, sharp and dry as the dust motes dancing in the single shaft of afternoon light that pierced the high window. I looked up from the Whispering Codex, my fingers stained with the grey residue of old binding glue, and felt the heat rise in my cheeks, a flush that had nothing to do...

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