The Distant Garden

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2026-08-23 08:27:55 -

The quill was trembling in my hand, a thin, black needle poised over the vellum, and the smell of hot tallow and old iron filled the scriptorium until it coated the back of my throat. I was Elias, forty-two years old, a scribe for Duke Aldric, and I had only three days left until the winter solstice to finish the illuminated manuscript that would secure my pardon for the theft of the silver...

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