The Wistful Letter

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The quill was a splinter of raven bone, sharp enough to slice the tip of a finger, and Thomas Vane held it in a grip so tight the knuckles had gone the color of old parchment. He stared at the vellum, which smelled of wet iron and rot, and knew that if he dipped the nib into the ink pot, the black liquid would hiss against the page, demanding a confession before it would dry. It was the year of...

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