The Wistful Silence

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The ink was wet. It glistened on the vellum like a fresh wound. Elias pressed the nib deeper. The line broke. He looked up. The tower was cold. The wind howled outside the stone walls. It sounded like a beast. It wanted in. It always wanted in. Elias was a scholar of the old words. He spent his days in the archive. The archive smelled of dust and rot. It smelled of time. He was not a man of...

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