The Faded Frontier

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The quill sat in Elias’s hand, its nib dry and cracked, the tip stained with the black residue of iron gall ink. He held it like a dead bird, feeling the weight of the feather against his thumb, while the morning light from the high scriptorium windows cut sharp, pale wedges across the oak desk. Outside, the sound of the war was no longer a distant rumble but a constant, grinding pressure...

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