The Wistful Witness

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2026-08-23 12:21:42 -

The ink was drying on the page as my left hand stopped moving. I was writing the chapter on the King’s third war, the one where the bridges burned, and the nib had dug a groove into the parchment, a deep, dark furrow where the black ink had pooled and hardened. I looked at my fingers. They were grey. Not the pale white of cold, but the dull, matte grey of old ash. I tried to flex them. They did...

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