The Faded Attic
The fog in Oakhaven did not lift; it settled, a grey wool that choked the light and the breath. You are Elias, twelve years old, your hands stained with the faded ink that marks your family’s lineage, a curse the city whispers about in hushed, fearful tones. You have come to the Archivist’s tower to apprentice under Master Thorne, driven by a singular, desperate want: to earn the silver seal of...
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