The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The ledger on the desk listed forty-two hours of labor owed to the Abbey of St. Jude, a debt measured not in coins but in the ink of my pen. I was forty years old, and my hands, once steady enough to bind the Psalms, now trembled with the palsy that age brings to those who work in damp stone. The air in the scriptorium smelled of mildew, tallow, and the sharp, metallic tang of the iron-gall ink...

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