The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The ink was drying. It always dried too fast. Arthur stood before the great oak desk, his hands trembling not from age, but from the weight of the seal he held. The wax was black. The impression was perfect. A circle. A line. A break. He was the Keeper of the Codex. For forty years, he had served the Ministry of Records. The building stood on a hill, its stone face scarred by industrial soot....

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