The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The quill was slipping in your grip, the nib digging into the parchment with a wet, tearing sound that echoed too loudly in the scriptorium’s damp silence. You were Brother Thomas, forty years old, and your hands did not tremble from age, a fact you had to remind yourself of every time the Abbot’s shadow fell across your workbench, but from the crushing, iron-bound weight of the codex you had...

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