The Faded Frontier

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The feast in the High Scriptorium of Aethelgard was a study in controlled chaos, a banquet of ink and authority where the air smelled of iron gall and expensive wine. Elara, twelve years old and sharp-eyed, sat at the edge of the long oak table, her fingers stained black from the work that defined her worth. She wanted the Master’s Seal. She wanted it with a hunger that felt like a physical...

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