The Faded Frequency

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Act I "Is it the ink, or is it the hand?" Brother Thomas asked, his voice low, a question that hung in the damp air of the scriptorium like smoke from a snuffed candle. Ashok Nair did not answer. He looked down at the parchment, where the gold leaf had smudged into a dark, irregular blotch, ruining the initial of the chapter on the Assumption. The smell of oak gall ink was sharp and acidic,...

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