The Faded Quadrant

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The ink bled into the vellum like a wound that would not close. Elias pressed his quill harder, the nib scraping against the surface with a sound like dry skin tearing. He was forty years old, a scribe of modest reputation, and he was dying. Not from the plague that rattled the gates of Saint Jude’s Monastery in 1348, but from the hunger of the *Codex Aeterna*. The book lay open before him, its...

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