The Wistful Silence
The ink in Elias’s quill was a mixture of oak gall and iron sulfate, a chemical consistency he had spent three years mastering to achieve the precise viscosity required for the Great Codex. He was twelve years old, a scribe’s apprentice to the Order of the Silent Stone, and his hands trembled not from cold, but from the rhythmic, subsonic vibration that had begun to emanate from the limestone...
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