The Faded Chronicle
The rain falls on the cobblestones of the lower city, a ceaseless drumming that sounds like the heartbeat of a dying beast. You walk through the mist, your boots heavy with the damp clay of the alleyways. You are a clerk in the Archive of Seals, a position of minor importance in the vast, shadowed machinery of the King’s court. Your job is to verify the wax on the ledgers of debt and duty. It...
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