The Faded Frequency
The fire did not roar. It whispered. It ate the parchment, the ink, the words, and finally the silence that had held them together. Elara watched the letters curl into black ribbons. She was the Keeper of the Court’s Secrets, a title that sounded like a joke to everyone who did not know the cost. She was not a ghost, though the courtiers said so. She was not a spirit, though the priests claimed...
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