The Wistful Letter

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The ink in the satchel pulsed against Elias’s hip, a cold, rhythmic throb that matched the frantic hammering of his own heart. He stood in the shadow of the scriptorium’s heavy oak door, the air thick with the scent of beeswax and rotting parchment, listening for the footsteps of the Prior who patrolled the cloister below. The Abbot had ordered the burning of the Wistful Letters at dawn, a...

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