The Wistful Letter

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Chapter One Did the ink ever lie, or did the hand simply tremble? Fernand Gauthier, twelve years old and stiff-kneed, stood before the oak desk in the scriptorium of the Oubliette, the air heavy with damp stone and old paper. He was a scribe, though the title felt like a coat that did not fit, too large and too heavy for his shoulders. The Master, a man whose face seemed carved from the same...

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