The Faded Alibi
The parchment of the Great Hall was not merely a surface but a membrane, a trembling skin stretched tight over the hollow bones of the kingdom, and you stood upon it with the weight of centuries pressing down upon your shoulders, a weight that did not crush but rather defined, shaping your spine into the rigid arch of the law, while the air above you hummed with the static of a thousand...
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