The Distant Affair
The road to the palace was not paved, but it was hard-packed by the wheels of carts that carried stone for the foundations of a new hall. I walked it with my boots heavy in the mud, the rain slicking my hair against my forehead. I was a clerk in the Ministry of Records, a man whose life was measured in ink stains and the ticking of the clock above the door. But today, I carried no ledger. I...
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