The Wistful Asylum
The ink was still wet on the parchment when the hand reached out from the mist to take it. Elias Vane, Senior Scribe to the High Council of Aethelgard, did not flinch, though his fingers tightened around the quill until the bone showed white. He was thirty years old, and he had spent the last six hours hunched over this very document, a Pardon of Indebtedness, Form 7-B, in triplicate. The paper...
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