The Wistful Letter

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The candle wax dripped like slow tears onto the parchment, and Elias watched the pool harden into a white scar, his fingers twitching in a rhythm that no longer belonged to him but to the hunger he was feeding. He was forty years old, a scribe whose hands had once been steady enough to trace the finest hairlines in the Gospels, but now they trembled with a palsy that the monks called the...

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