The Distant Temple

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The quill in my hand felt heavier than it had that morning, the wood splintering against my thumb as I pressed it to the parchment, a small, jagged pain that I ignored because the ink was already there, black and wet, bleeding into the fibers like a wound that would not close. It is the fourteenth of April, 1348, and I am writing this in the cramped alcove of the City Archive, where the air...

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