The Wistful Witness
The letter lay on the mahogany desk, its seal broken, the ink still wet and glistening like a fresh wound in the parchment. Elias Thorne read the words twice, his eyes tracing the formal script of the High Court’s administrative office, a list of grievances regarding his recent conduct. He folded the paper with a precision that bordered on ritual, the crease sharp as a blade, and placed it in...
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