The Faded Chronicle
The morning light in the Hall of Records is not a welcome. It is an intrusion. You know this because you have lived in the shadows of these shelves for forty years, and the light always feels like a hand pressing against your eye. You are Edward Ashworth, Chief Archivist of the Imperial Court, a title that sounds grand but is, in practice, a cage made of dust and silence. Your hands are stained...
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