The Wistful Witness
In the year of the Black Ash, when the sky over the city of Oakhaven hung low and heavy with the soot of a thousand chimneys that had burned without rest for three months, the City Archivist, a man named Silas Vane, stood before the Great Ledger of Names, his hands trembling not from the cold that crept through the stone floors but from the terrifying precision of his own duty. The ledger was...
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