The Wistful Dinner
The ink on your quill refuses to dry. It sits there, a black, viscous bead that swells and contracts like a living thing, defying the parchment’s thirsty surface. You are Elias, twelve years old, a scribe in the ancient city of Oria, and you are failing. The Ledger of Souls is your apprenticeship exam, a task of mechanical precision that should be easy for a boy who can copy a page in an hour....
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