The Wistful Silence

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The quill weighed four ounces in Elara’s hand, a precise, calibrated weight she had measured against the grain of the parchment. It was a goose feather, worn to a splintered tip, held together by habit rather than structure. Outside the scriptorium window, the fog of the valley pressed against the glass like a living thing, but inside, the air was dry and smelled of oak gall and iron. Elara was...

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