The Wistful Letter

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The ink had not yet dried on the parchment when the shadows in the corner of the scriptorium began to lengthen, stretching across the cold flagstones like the limbs of a drowning man, and I, Brother Silas, keeper of the city’s oldest and most forbidden texts, felt the familiar, cold weight of a secret that did not belong to me settle into the marrow of my bones. "You have stayed late, Brother,"...

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