The Wistful Skyline
The ink on the parchment had long since bled into the fibers of the vellum, turning the once sharp edges of the imperial seal into a soft, brownish smear that resembled less a mark of authority and more the faint, fading footprint of a ghost, yet it was this very imperfection, this slow and inevitable surrender of the symbol to the physicality of the paper, that Professor Elias Thorne found...
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