The Wistful Witness

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The Feast of St. Michael had descended into a cacophony of clinking silver and forced laughter, a spectacle of opulence that seemed to mock the trembling in Aldric’s hands, which shook with a palsy so severe that the quill in his right hand, hidden beneath the tablecloth, had already snapped the nib against the wooden leg of the chair. He was fifty-two years old, the Royal Chronicler of the...

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