The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The ink in the scriptorium was made from oak galls and iron sulfate, a black so deep it seemed to drink the candlelight rather than reflect it. Zaynab Saleh, twelve years old and the only apprentice left in the workshop, watched a single drop of that black liquid tremble on the nib of her quill, refusing to fall. Her hands were shaking. It was not a gentle tremor, but a violent, mechanical...

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