The Wistful Skyline

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The ink was still wet on the ledger when the shadow first touched the roof of the scriptorium, a bruised purple stain that seemed to breathe with the slow, rhythmic expansion of a lung. I looked up from my work, my fingers stiff with the cold that had settled into the joints of my hands, and watched as the darkness spread across the shingles of the monastery, ignoring the wind that whipped...

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