The Wistful Witness

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The dream is always the same: a sheet of parchment, dry as bone, catching a spark from nowhere, and the sound it makes as it curls into ash, a dry, skeletal rattle that you can feel in your teeth. You wake in the narrow bed of your cell in the Imperial Archive, the air thick with the scent of dust and old glue, your hands trembling not from cold but from the phantom heat of the fire. You are...

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