The Faded Chronicle

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The air in the Hall of Records tasted of copper and old dust, a metallic sweetness that clung to the back of Margot’s throat as she stood before the Archivist, a man whose face was less a face than a collection of shadows held together by the sheer weight of his duty. "You are requesting the seal," Margot said, her voice steady despite the trembling that lived permanently in her left hand, a...

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