The Wistful Witness

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The stone of the Citadel had always breathed with a cold, rhythmic dampness that seeped into the marrow of those who dwelt within its walls, a slow erosion of spirit that matched the gradual crumbling of the mortar under Thomas’s fingertips. He stood in the shadowed corridor of the Royal Archive, a place where the weight of centuries pressed down not just from the vaulted ceilings above but...

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