The Wistful Saga
The quill scratches against the vellum, a sound like dry leaves skittering across stone. Your hand is steady, though your knuckles are white. You are cataloging the debt ledgers of the Blackwood Estate, a task that should take three weeks but feels like three years. The winter audit is in forty days, and tenure depends on the accuracy of these records. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two, a junior...
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