The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The parchment lay flat on the oak desk, the ink still wet and glistening like a bruise, and I stared at the list of requisitions Brother Thomas had just thrust into my hands, my fingers trembling not from cold but from the sudden, violent silence that had fallen over the scriptorium. The smell of the room was thick, a cloying mixture of stale wax, damp stone, and the sharp, metallic tang of...

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