The Wistful Voyage
The list was short, pinned to the oak desk with a rusted iron nail, and it cost Elias his sleep. Brother Thomas had left it there before the bell for Compline, a slip of parchment listing the errors in the previous scribe’s work. Three missing ligatures. One ink smudge. One line of text that had faded to the color of old bone. Elias read it three times, the wax seal of the Abbot’s office heavy...
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