The Wistful Silence

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The ink on the ledger page was still wet when I saw him. It was a thick, viscous black that bled slightly into the fibers of the parchment, a slow, creeping stain that mapped the exact topography of my guilt. I was sitting in the lower scriptorium, the air heavy with the scent of oak gall and the dust of centuries, surrounded by the silent, towering shelves of the monastery library. I was not a...

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