The rain lashed against the corrugated iron roof of the mill, a relentless drumming that masked the sound of my own ragged breathing. I clutched the ledger to my chest, its leather cover slick with sweat, while the shadow of the foreman loomed large in the dimly lit office. "You know what this means, Arthur," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "One mistake. One discrepancy in the gold assay....
The letter lay on the stone table, its edges curling like dried leaves in the autumn wind. Elias held a quill, the nib trembling not from cold, but from the weight of the silence that had settled over the Grey Keep. Outside, the sky was not a sky at all, but a shifting mosaic of obsidian tiles, reflecting light that did not exist. It was the Realm of the Unseen, a place where the laws of nature...
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