The Wistful Witness

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The gate was barred. The elders stood behind the oak, their faces carved by wind and suspicion. "You carry the Duke’s seal," the eldest said, his voice dry as old parchment. "But you do not carry our trust." I adjusted the leather satchel at my hip. The treaty inside was heavy, not with paper, but with the weight of a promise I was not sure I could keep. "The ink is fresh," I said, keeping my...

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