The Wistful Dinner

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2026-08-24 18:46:07 -

The ink is wrong. It bleeds into the vellum like a bruise, spreading beyond the edge of the letter *A* I have just written. I wipe the nib on the rag, but the dampness remains. My hand shakes. It has been shaking for three weeks, a fine tremor that makes the quill dance in a way I cannot control. I am Brother Thomas. I am forty years old, and I am the only one in this scriptorium who can still...

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