The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The ink bled. It always bled now, spreading across the vellum in jagged, brown veins that looked less like script and more like the capillaries of a bruise. I held the quill steady, my wrist locked in a rigid, unnatural angle to counteract the tremor that had begun three years ago, a palsy that the doctor called essential and my hands called a sentence. The St. Jude’s Historical Society smelled...

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