The Faded Ruin
Chapter One My fingers were bleeding where the quill had slipped. I wiped the ink on my sleeve, the black stain spreading like a bruise. The parchment was damp. I could feel the grain of it, the roughness under my skin, the way it resisted the nib. I needed to finish the page. Just the last line. If I didn’t write it now, my hands would shake too badly to hold the pen. The Rot was in my...
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