The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The iron stylus hits you across the knuckles, and the sound is sharp, like a bone snapping under a hammer, but the pain is distant, drowned out by the sudden, violent silence of the scriptorium. You are on your knees, the stone floor cold and wet against your shins, and the Abbot stands over you, his face a mask of rigid, terrible calm. He does not look like a man who has just struck a junior...

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