The Distant Legend

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The ink does not dry. It sinks. I watch it crawl across the skin of my wrist, a dark vein pulsing against the pale flesh, and I know that the debt has begun. I am Elias, twelve years old, a junior scribe in the Ministry of Archives, and I have touched the Silent Ledger. My father’s hands are already black, the veins in his palms turned to obsidian roots, and he is dying in a hospital bed in the...

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