The Wistful Saga
Elara, you are still there, are you not? The voice of Master Thorne drifted up from the main floor, thin and dry as the dust motes that hung in the shafts of light cutting through the high, arched windows of the archive, a sound that seemed to vibrate against the stone walls with an authority that had outlasted three generations of archivists. Elara did not look up from the desk, her fingers...
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