The Faded River

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The Faded River

The candle gutters, its flame bending in a draft that seems to rise from the floorboards themselves, and you watch the ink on the parchment bleed into a dark, weeping stain. It is the third time this hour. You, Elias, a scribe of thirty-two years, sit in the scriptorium of St. Jude’s Abbey, your hands trembling so violently that the quiver cuts the skin of your thumb. The air is thick with the...

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