The Wistful Silence

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The letter lay on the stone table, its seal broken, the ink of Abbot Thorne’s signature still damp and dark as a bruise. You read it twice, the parchment rough against your thumb, the words accusing you of heresy before the ink had even dried. It was not a request, but a command to cease your work in the cellar, a prohibition that felt less like a rule and more like a wall slamming shut on a...

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