The Wistful Letter

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You are a boy made of ink and silence. The room is vast. The air is cold. It smells of wet stone and old iron. You stand before the High Chancellor. He sits in a chair carved from bone. His face is a mask. You do not see his eyes. You only see the letters on his desk. They move. They crawl like ants. They are made of shadow. "Speak," the Chancellor says. His voice is dry. It sounds like leaves...

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