The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

In the trembling hand of Brother Elias, the quill held the weight of a small, sharp bone, its nib stained not with the usual iron gall but with a thick, arterial red that seemed to pulse in the candlelight, a color that had no place in the dry, dust-choked air of the scriptorium where the winter wind rattled the leaded panes like a prisoner testing the bars. For three years, Elias had hidden...

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