The Distant Wound
The ink in my quill had dried to a black crust before I noticed the tremor in my hand. I am Caelen, the youngest scribe in the Obsidian Court, and for twelve years I have lived in the shadow of the High Chancellor, the man who pulled me from the gallows’ line after my mother’s execution. My duty is simple, yet it consumes me: I must repair the Shattered Mirror of Kings. It stands in the center...
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