The candle flickered in the quiet, pre-dawn darkness of the little flat above the merchant The ink well had nearly run dry by the time Jocelynn had finished crafting a small stack of notices. The parchment alone put a larger dent in her meager savings than she had wanted it to. Hopefully, the business that might be drummed up from the notices would make it worthwhile.
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