The Wistful Letter

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The quill scratched against the vellum with a sound like a dry twig snapping, a sharp, brittle noise that cut through the heavy silence of the scriptorium. Thomas Bradshaw, his hand trembling not from age but from the sheer, crushing weight of the parchment he held, pressed the nib down harder, forcing the ink to flow into the grooves of the skin. He was forty years old, a man who had once...

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