The Faded Apartment

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The ink on the parchment did not dry; it seeped, a slow, black weeping into the fibers of the vellum, spreading like a bruise under pale skin. You sat in the high chair of the council chamber, the air thick with the scent of beeswax and the metallic tang of old fear, and you watched the word dissolve. It was a simple word, a name, but in this court, where the walls were lined with the portraits...

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