The Faded Frontier

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Act I Ink is not a substance but a hunger, a living thing that eats the truth from the hand that feeds it. I learned this the hard way, my fingers stained black to the knuckles, the smell of iron and old paper thick in the air of the scriptorium. The High Court sat on the plateau, the wind howling through the gaps in the roof like a dog with a bone, and the rain found every hole, dripping onto...

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