The Faded Frontier

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The ink dries. It always dries. I watch the wet black vanish into the parchment. It leaves a mark. The mark is permanent. We are a guild. We seal the laws. The laws are old. The laws are heavy. I hold the quill. My hand is steady. The Guildmaster watches. He does not blink. The room is cold. The air smells of dust and iron. "You hesitate, Elias." "I do not hesitate, Sir. I observe." "Observe...

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