The Distant Affair
Kadru Fen sat in the damp dark of the scriptorium, his hand trembling around a quill that had not touched the page in three days. He remembered the weight of the debt, the cold refusal of the Abbot, and the terrible, quiet strength of his sister’s sacrifice. It was a memory that tasted of iron and old dust, a truth he had only begun to understand now that it was too late to change. The air in...
0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews