The Wistful Silence

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The ink is dry," I said, wiping my thumb across the gold leaf. "The name is wrong," the clerk replied, his voice flat as a stone dropped in a well. I stood before the desk of the Chancellor’s office, the air thick with the smell of beeswax and stale pipe tobacco. The seal lay between us, a disc of hammered copper no larger than a shilling. I had spent three weeks on the serif of the 'C',...

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