The Wistful Skyline
To the Abbot of St. Jude, from the novice Thomas, aged twelve, requesting immediate restoration of duties and an accounting for the repair of the bell tower. The paper is damp, the ink bleeding into the fiber like a bruise spreading under skin, and you are reading it in the scriptorium where the smell of drying parchment and old sweat hangs thick in the air. You do not sign it. You fold it into...
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