The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The parchment lay on the oak table, its edges curling slightly in the dry air of the scriptorium, and I held a quill dipped in iron gall ink, watching the tip tremble as the dust motes danced in the single beam of afternoon light that pierced the high window. I am Elias, Master Scribe of the Abbey of St. Jude, and I have forty years of service behind me, though the rot in my lungs suggests I...

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