The Distant Whispers

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The parchment was brittle, the edges curling like dried leaves, and the ink had faded to the color of old blood, proof of the three centuries that had passed since the last hand had touched it. I, Elias, Royal Archivist of Aethelgard, sat in the cold stone chamber, my fingers trembling not from the chill that seeped through the floor, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the recognition that...

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