The Wistful Throne

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The ink did not dry; it breathed. I stood at the edge of the Great Archive, a place that existed not in the geography of the known world but in the marrow of history itself, where the air tasted of old parchment and the metallic tang of unwritten futures. We were the Scribes, a collective of souls who had traded their mortality for the privilege of recording the truth, bound by a covenant older...

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