The Wistful Voyage
The parchment was damp, the ink wet, and the list of debts was long. Elias held the sheet up to the guttering candlelight, his fingers trembling not from cold but from the sheer weight of the numbers scrawled in the Prior’s cramped hand. Fourteen pence for the Duke’s tithe. Six pence for the repair of the bell tower. Three pence for the new vellum. It was a ledger of absences, a record of what...
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