The Wistful Dinner

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Elias, get out of the way before the frost takes the ink. The voice came from the doorway, cold and sharp, cutting through the damp chill of the scriptorium. You froze, your quill suspended over the parchment, a drop of black ink trembling at its tip. Brother Thomas stood there, his gray robes heavy with the night’s moisture, his eyes fixed not on you, but on the page. The air in the room was...

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