The Distant Nightmare

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The ink in the well was thick as blood, and I had counted three hours since the last cough shook the plaster from the ceiling above. I am Elias, a scribe of no particular renown, and I write this in the fevered dark of Avignon, October of the Lord’s Year 1347, because the world is ending and I do not know if I will survive the night to seal this letter. My desire is simple, and yet it feels as...

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