The Wistful Witness
The quill rests heavy in your hand, its nib trembling against the parchment as the candlelight flickers, casting long, jagged shadows across the ledger. You are Elias Thorne, a scribe of thirty-two years, and you hold the debt book of the late baker, a document that should clear your family’s name, yet the ink on the page is not behaving as ink should. It bleeds. The black liquid spreads in a...
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