The Wistful Voyage

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The ink will not dry, Elara. It bleeds, as if the vellum is weeping for the words it is forced to hold." I looked up from the scriptorium table, my fingers stained black to the second knuckle, the smell of oak gall and crushed bog moss heavy in the air. Brother Thomas stood behind me, his shadow stretching long and thin in the dying afternoon light, a silhouette of severe angles against the...

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