The Faded River

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The Faded River

The quill slips, and the ink spreads in a black bruise across the parchment, eating the name of a long-dead duke. You watch the letters dissolve, the ink retreating into the fibers as if the page were thirsty, and your hand trembles so violently that the feather scratches a hollow line through the silence. It is the third page you have lost this week, and the cold in the scriptorium is not from...

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