The Wistful Silence

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The ink was still wet on the page when Elias Thorne felt the first drop of black sap strike his knuckle, a viscous bead that did not splash but adhered, warm and pulsing, like a living thing pressed against the skin. He did not pull his hand away, for Elias was a scribe of the old order, a man who believed that order was the only defense against the chaos of the world, and that any anomaly...

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