The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The ink was dry, Elias said, his voice a dry rasp that scraped against the stone walls of the scriptorium. It has been dry for three days, Brother Julian. Do you not see the sheen of the varnish? Julian stood by the window, where the November rain lashed against the leaded glass, his back rigid against the cold draught that seeped through the ancient masonry. The air in the room was thick with...

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