The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The ink on the vellum was not black, but a deep, bruised violet, and it moved with a sluggish, living intent that defied the dry winter air of the scriptorium. I sat hunched over the desk, my fingers trembling as I held the quill steady, watching the letters of the previous page rearrange themselves into a new, terrible syntax. Elara was upstairs, her breathing shallow and rattling in the small...

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