The Wistful Letter

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Thomas. The name cut through the damp air of the scriptorium like a blade through wet wool, sharp and final. Brother Thomas looked up from the vellum, his quill hovering, a drop of iron-gall ink trembling at its tip. He had been working for six hours, the candle burning low, the tallow pooling in a thick, white lake that smelled of rendered fat and old smoke. His lungs felt like they were...

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