The Wistful Silence

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Act I I remember the light in the archive room as a physical weight, pressing down on the dust motes that swirled in the shafts falling from the high, barred windows. It was the afternoon of the second day before the Guild collectors were due, and I, Encarnacion Pelayo, sat at my desk with a quill that had begun to scratch against the parchment because I had stopped dipping it in ink. My hands...

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