The Distant Affair
The parchment lay on the oak table, cold to the touch, bearing the final chapter of the *Codex Aeterna* that Elias Thorne had sworn to transcribe before the winter solstice. It was a sheet of vellum so thin it seemed translucent, yet the ink upon it did not behave as ink should; instead of settling into the fibers, it moved, a slow, viscous crawl toward the edge of the desk, as if the letters...
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