The Wistful Letter

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The ink was still wet on the parchment when the wind shifted, carrying the scent of rot from the courtyard oak. Sir Aldric, forty-five and stiff with a pain that gnawed at his joints like a rat in the walls, set down his quill and stared at the date he had scrawled in the margin: the fourteenth of October, 1342. He was writing to Thomas, his son, who had abandoned the family seat for the...

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