The Wistful Witness

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2026-08-23 09:20:37 -

The oak leaf is dry, brittle, and cold to the touch. It rests in your palm, a withered relic of the summer before the frost, and it pulses with a faint, blue light that only you can see. You are a scribe, forty years old, and you stand before the Guild Master in the high tower, seeking pardon for your brother’s debt. The Master, a man of iron will and hollow eyes, refuses, citing the law. The...

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