The Faded Apartment

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The ink on the parchment did not dry so much as it settled, a dark sediment sinking into the fibers of the vellum like a bruise forming under pale skin. I sat in the high tower of the keep, the wind whistling through the cracks in the stonework, carrying with it the scent of wet earth and decaying leaves from the valley below. My hands, once steady enough to bind the spines of the kingdom’s...

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