The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

"Keep the ink flowing, Colm. Do not let the pen stop, or the words will dry into stone." The voice came from the shadows of the scriptorium, a low rumble like gravel shifting under a boot, and Colm Mulcahy did not look up from the vellum. His fingers were slick, the quill trembling not from cold but from the sheer, animal weight of the task, for he was thirty years old and his hands had never...

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