The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The ink was cold, a thick, black sludge that smelled of iron and old blood, and I could feel it seeping into the pores of my thumb as I ground the stone against the mortar. "Did you hear what they say about the margin notes?" the junior clerk, Thomas, whispered, his voice barely rising above the scratch of his own quill. He did not look up from his parchment. "They are calling it subversive...

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