The Wistful Dinner

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It is done, then? The Abbot’s voice did not echo in the scriptorium, but it filled the space where the air should have been, heavy and thick like the damp wool of his cowl. Thomas looked up from his desk, the quill still suspended over the parchment, a drop of ink trembling on its tip. He had not heard the door open. He had not heard the footsteps on the stone floor. Not done, Father. The...

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