The Wistful Witness

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The Chancellor’s quill snapped against the parchment with a sound like a dry twig breaking under a boot. Thomas flinched, his own hand freezing over the inkwell. The bird in the gilded cage on the desk did not sing. It sat still, its pale feathers ruffled, watching the old man with eyes like wet beads of glass. "You have made a mistake," the Chancellor said, his voice low and wet with phlegm....

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