The Distant Threshold

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The labor of copying sacred texts was, in the end, a matter of arithmetic and flesh. Duarte Oliveira sat in the damp cellar of the monastery, the air heavy with wet stone and the sharp, metallic tang of iron gall ink, which clung to the back of his throat like a bad penny. He was thirty-two years old, and his left hand, the one that held the quill, had begun to bleed a substance that was not...

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