The Faded River

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The Faded River

The ink was still wet on the final page of the *De Anima* when I heard the scratching at the window, a sound like a fingernail testing the grain of oak, and I knew before I looked up that the Chancellor’s men had already been to the garden. I am Elias, and I have spent forty years in the dust of the university, my fingers stained with the iron-gall of a thousand arguments, waiting for the...

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