The Distant Whispers

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The letter lay open on the oak desk, the ink faded to a rusty brown, the paper brittle as old skin. You read it twice. The first time, your eyes slid over the words, refusing the shape of them. The second time, you counted the lines. Fourteen lines. Your father’s handwriting, slanted and hurried, admitted to forging the endowment records. You looked up. In the corner of the scriptorium, the...

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