The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The ink was freezing before the candle did, a thick, black sludge that clung to the quill like a dying insect, and Thomas Bradshaw pressed his thumb into the parchment to keep the vellum from buckling under the weight of his own trembling hand, for the winter solstice was three days away and the manuscript of the Psalms must be finished, must be sealed, must be presented to the Abbot, or the...

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