The Wistful Show
The quill in your hand is dry, yet the ink on the parchment spreads, dark and wet, pooling in the fiber like a bruise that will not heal. You are Elias, thirty-two years old, a scribe of the third rank in the Court of Whispers, and you have spent the last four hours trying to transcribe the final testament of the late Duke, a task that should have taken an hour but has consumed your entire...
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