The Distant Legend

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You stand before the heavy oak doors of the Grand Hall, your hands still stained with the dark, tarry residue of the ink that you have spent your entire life mixing, grinding, and pouring into the vessels of the state. The air inside is thick, smelling of old parchment, beeswax, and the faint, metallic tang of fear. You are a scribe, a maker of words, a man whose craft is so revered that the...

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