The Wistful Witness

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The quill snapped. It was a cheap goose feather, the kind the abbey bought by the sack from the merchant in the village below, and the break was clean, a sharp white fracture that sprayed a tiny star of ink across the parchment. Elara stared at the hole in the page. The smell of the scriptorium was thick that morning, a cloying mix of damp wool, stale tallow, and the metallic tang of the oak...

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