The Wistful Letter

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The parchment lay flat on the oak desk, its edges curling slightly in the damp air, held down by a heavy iron seal that Thomas Bradshaw had broken with trembling fingers. He was a scribe of thirty-four years, a man whose hands were stained permanently with oak-gall ink and whose lungs carried the persistent ache of candle smoke, yet then he felt only the cold weight of the Abbot’s command. The...

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