The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The ledger said I owed the Abbey fourteen days of labor for the ink. I counted the drops as I mixed the oak gall, watching the black liquid bead on the tip of the reed. Fourteen days. The winter wind pressed against the scriptorium windows, rattling the panes in their lead frames. The cold was a physical weight, settling in the joints of my fingers. I had twenty years of service to my name, and...

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