The Wistful Letter

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The parchment was warm to the touch, a strange heat that had nothing to do with the winter chill seeping through the high windows of the Obsidian Court. I held the quill steady, my hand hovering over the final line of the King’s decree, the ink still wet and glistening like a bruise. Elara, I am the King’s scribe, and I have served for four years. My hands are rough, the knuckles swollen from...

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