The Distant Legend

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2026-08-22 13:34:40 -

The ink in the pot was black and cold, but Elara’s hands were burning. She sat at the oak desk in the guild hall, the parchment spread before her, its edges curling slightly in the damp air of Oakhaven. It was the third day of the solstice week, and the debt ledger in her mind ticked down with the relentless precision of a clock. She needed to finish the transcription of the Mark of Silence...

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