The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The quill felt heavy in my hand, a stick of ash wood that had cost me two silver pennies, a sum that would have bought a week’s bread in Oakhaven. I held it over the vellum, the nib trembling not from fear but from the cold that seeped up through the stone floor of the scriptorium. The ink was black, viscous, and wrong. It moved on its own, spreading across the page like a bruise forming under...

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