The Faded Quadrant

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The Abbot’s voice was a dry rasp in the stone corridor, calling for Elara by name with a sharpness that cut through the damp air. "Elara. Come to the scriptorium. Now." She set down her reed pen, the nib still wet with iron-gall ink, and wiped her fingers on her rough wool sleeve. The ink had stained the creases of her knuckles black, a permanent mark of her labor that no amount of lye soap...

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