The Wistful Letter

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The ink in the well was blacker than the night outside the Keep, a viscous, living thing that swallowed the light of my candle. I stood in the scriptorium, the air thick with the scent of oak gall and old paper, and watched the drop fall. It did not splash. It sank, heavy and deliberate, into the depths of the parchment I was preparing for the King’s decree. My name was Elias Thorne, and I was...

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