The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The ink in the pot was thick, brown, and smelled of iron, as I scraped the last of the dried residue from the bottom with a sliver of bone. It was a tedious task, the kind of work that required a steady hand and a mind empty of thought, which I did not have. My fingers were raw, the skin peeling away in thin, red strips that stuck to the clay, and the silence of the scriptorium pressed against...

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