The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The nib scraped the vellum, a dry, rasping sound that seemed to come from inside Elias’s own teeth. He did not look up. His hand, steady despite the cold that had settled deep into his joints, moved in the precise, looping curves required by the Duke’s commission. The ink was black, but as it settled into the fiber of the page, it darkened to a shade that was not quite black, a color that...

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