The Wistful Letter

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The ink on the parchment was not black, but a deep, arterial red that seemed to pulse against the pale vellum, a liquid shadow that refused to dry. I held the quill in my right hand, the feather heavy as a leaden weight, my fingers stained with a pigment that smelled of iron and old blood. The hall was silent, save for the distant, rhythmic dripping of water from the high vaulted ceiling, a...

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