The Wistful Letter

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You wake with the taste of iron on your tongue. It is not blood, not yet, but the metallic tang of the ink that has soaked into your pores from the parchment. You are Elias, and you are afraid. The dream was a ledger, its pages breathing, and you saw your name written in a script that looked like veins. You sit up in the narrow cot in the scribe’s quarters, the walls damp with the perpetual...

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