The Distant Ghost
The parchment was damp, not with dew, but with a sweat that had no source. Elara read the list of corrections, her finger tracing the wet ink that seemed to pulse against the fiber of the paper. The entry for the third chapter was missing, replaced by a single, jagged stroke that looked less like a letter and more like a wound. She looked up from the desk. The scriptorium was silent, save for...
0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews