The Wistful Witness
The year was 1342, and the air in the Great Hall tasted of damp stone and old ink. Elias Thorne, the royal archivist, sat by a single tallow candle, his hands trembling as he held the disputed land deed for the Duke of Northumbria. He wanted only to authenticate the document, a task of simple bureaucratic precision, but the weight of the Duke’s demand hung over him like a guillotine blade. The...
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