The Distant Promise

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2026-08-23 11:33:13 -

Elias, the Abbot’s voice drifted through the heavy oak door of the scriptorium, low and dry as parchment, come down and seal the ledger before the candle burns to the wick. Elias did not move immediately; he sat hunched over his desk, the smell of stale tallow and damp stone thick in his nostrils, his hands trembling so violently that the quill in his grip snapped against the parchment with a...

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