The Wistful Dinner

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The name Elias was not spoken so much as spat into the dusty air of the scriptorium, a heavy syllable that landed on the back of your neck like a wet stone. Brother Thomas stood in the doorway, his shadow stretching long and thin across the flagstones, cutting off the weak afternoon light that filtered through the high, narrow windows. You were hunched over the desk, the quill trembling in your...

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