The Wistful Silence

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The quill snapped against the parchment, a dry, brittle crack that cut through the silence of the scriptorium. I did not look up. My hand was shaking, a fine tremor that had nothing to do with the cold seeping through the wool of my tunic and everything to do with the hollow ache in my gut. Three days. It had been three days since I had tasted bread, and the promised loaf for the new novice sat...

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