The Pale Garden
Thorne. The summons came from the doorway of the High Court archive, a sharp, clipped syllable that cut through the humid silence of the reading room. Elias Thorne did not look up from the ledger he was transcribing, his pen moving in a steady, mechanical rhythm across the brittle paper. He knew the voice; it belonged to Chief Archivist Silas Vane, a man whose authority was derived not from...
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