The Wistful Witness

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Chancellor Aldric. The name hung in the air of the scriptorium, heavy and cold, spoken by a voice that did not belong to the living. You turned from the desk, your fingers still stained with the iron gall ink that had been your companion for thirty years. The light from the single tallow candle was dying, casting long, jagged shadows across the parchment. Outside, the wind had changed. It no...

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