The Wistful Witness

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The fire did not start with a spark, but with a scream that tore through the silence of the Great Hall like a blade through wet silk. It was a sound that had no business existing in the hallowed, stone-drenched air of the Citadel, a place where history was not written in ink but etched into the very marrow of the walls. Sir Alaric Vane stood at the center of the dais, his hands resting lightly...

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