The Faded River

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The Faded River

The ink is wet, Elias. He said it softly, as if the sound might scare the pigment off the page. The High Archivist, a man named Corvus, stood by the door of the scriptorium, his hands clasped behind his back, his eyes fixed on the blotting paper. The room smelled of damp stone and the sharp, metallic tang of iron gall ink, a scent that had eaten into Elias’s clothes over thirty years of...

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