The Wistful Dinner

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2026-08-23 12:31:43 -

The parchment lay on the desk, cold and stiff under my fingers, the ink pot beside it smelling of iron and old blood. I had been awake since the dream, the face of my father hovering in the dark like a stain that would not wash out, and now the hour was late, the candle guttering in the draft. I needed the ledger finished by nightfall; the Abbot expected the accounts for the wool trade, and a...

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