The Golden Song
Thorne. The summons came from the corridor, a sharp bark that cut through the hum of the heating vents and the scratch of Elias’s pen. He did not look up immediately, finishing the entry in the ledger with a steady hand, the ink drying in the cold air of the archive room. The Ministry of Lands was a place of stone and silence, where the only movement was the slow accumulation of dust on the...
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