The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

I dreamt of the ink. It was not black, but the color of dried blood, pooling in the hollows of my hands. I woke with the smell of iron in my mouth and the weight of the *Codex Aeterna* pressing against my chest, though I lay alone in my narrow cot. The Abbot had sealed the scriptorium three days prior, citing the plague in the lower town. I was to remain, he said, until the fever broke. I was...

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