The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The rain did not fall so much as it was exhaled from the bruised, violet sky, a slow, weeping sigh that turned the cobblestones of the abbey courtyard into a mirror of black glass. You stood at the threshold of the scriptorium, the heavy oak door groaning behind you, sealing you in with the scent of oak gall ink and dried lavender. Your hands, stained permanently with the indigo of the...

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