The Pale Shadows
The Guildmaster’s voice cut through the damp chill of the square, sharp as a blade drawn across whetstone, calling my name with the weary disdain of a man announcing a broken tool. "Elias. Step forward." I stepped forward, my boots scraping against the wet flagstones, the sound gritty and immediate in the silence that followed. My name is Elias, and I am a scribe, though the title feels...
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