The Wistful Dinner
Chapter One In the scriptorium of Kildare, silence was not an absence of sound but a heavy, physical weight that pressed against the eardrums, forcing the breath to slow and the hands to tremble. Eoin Fitzpatrick, twelve years old and already bent under the weight of his own ambition, sat before the polished inkwell that served as both his tool and his tormentor. He wanted only to finish the...
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