The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The ink was already dry before I touched the nib to the page. I stood in the blue dim of the archive, my hand hovering over the vellum, watching the black script bloom into existence on its own, forming the very characters I had meant to write a second later. It was a trick of the light, I told myself, or a flaw in the pigment, but the shape was too specific, too much like my own cramped,...

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