The Wistful Letter
Chapter One Rory MacBain’s hands shook as he ground the antimony, the mortar scraping against the stone with a sound like a bone being broken. The cellar flooded to the third step, the water black and still, reflecting the single tallow candle that flickered in the draft. He was the bonded scribe of the chariot maker’s yard, a role that required steady hands and a silence deeper than the grave,...
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