The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

Burn them by dawn, or I will have your hands bound to the desk until the ink dries into your skin. The voice of Abbot Thorne did not rise; it simply occupied the room, a low, dense pressure that made the candle flames bow in unison, as if the air itself had been squeezed tight. I stood in the scriptorium, the smell of tallow and damp wool thick enough to chew on, my fingers stained black up to...

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