The Wistful Silence

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The ink is wet. You hold the quill. The feather trembles. A single drop falls. It hits the parchment. It blooms. It darkens. You watch it. You do not move. The air is thick. It smells of dust and old blood. You are in the cell. The stone is cold. It bites your back. You are a soldier. You are the law. You are the keeper of the seal. The seal is a circle. It is black. It is smooth. It has no...

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