The Faded Portrait

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The parchment lay flat on the oak table, its edges curling slightly in the dry air of the scribe’s chamber, the ink still wet and glistening with a viscosity that spoke of recent labor. You unrolled the final section of the chronicle, your fingers tracing the indentations of the letters you had carved with a stylus of bone, the tip worn smooth by twenty years of use. The list of names stretched...

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