The Wistful Letter

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2026-08-18 00:15:00 -

The blood on your hands is not yours, a fact you are currently losing the capacity to believe as you stand in the center of the refectory, the heavy oak table slick with a substance that smells of iron and old roses, the air thick with the scent of beeswax and the slow, cloying decay of the plague that has taken the steward, the baker, and the three junior clerks in the span of a single,...

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