The Wistful Silence

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The summons lay on the wet cobblestones, a scrap of parchment so thin it was nearly transparent, the ink running into the rain like blood into water. I picked it up, the paper tearing slightly under my thumb, and read the name of the man who had signed it: Magistrate Vane. He was calling me to the Palazzo, to explain why the ledger of the Inquisition was missing three pages, and why my hands...

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