The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

Elias, you are making a mess of the vellum again, Brother Anselm said, his voice low but carrying the weight of a stone dropped into a still pond. I stood in the scriptorium, the afternoon light slanting through the high, narrow windows and catching the dust motes that swirled in the stagnant air, my hands trembling as I tried to steady the quill, the iron-gall ink refusing to set on the page,...

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