The Wistful Mountain

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The ink had dried for three days, yet the parchment remained blank. Thomas Bradshaw counted the hours in the scratch of his quill against the vellum, a rhythm that had once been steady as a heartbeat but now felt like the ticking of a clock in an empty house. He was a scribe of the Royal Chancery, thirty years old, and his father sat in the King’s debtors’ prison, a man whose name was slowly...

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