The Wistful Incense

a adăugat un sunet Literature

2026-08-18 14:51:50 -

You dream of the ink. It is black. It is wet. It stains the air. You are in the Hall of Whispers. The stone is cold. The floor is wet. You are the Scribe. You are old. Your hands shake. You hold the reed. The reed is dry. It snaps. You feel the pain. It is sharp. It is bright. You look up. The Chancellor is there. He wears gray. His eyes are flat. He is tall. He is thin. He does not blink. "You...

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