The Faded River
The document lay on the oak table, its seal unbroken, the parchment thick and cream-colored with age. I read the name at the top, Lord Vane, and then the date, which was three days hence. It was a formal challenge, couched in the polite, bureaucratic language of the Guild, asking for a "demonstration of form" to settle a dispute over curriculum standards. My hand trembled slightly as I folded...
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