The Wistful Witness

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The ink is cold. You know it is cold because it smells of iron, of the copper taste of a bitten tongue. You are Thomas, twelve years old, and your hand trembles as you dip the quill. The Duke’s court is a machine of velvet and silence, and you are a gear that must not squeak. The Master, Lord Ashworth, watches from the shadow of the high desk. He does not blink. You want his approval. You want...

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