The Wistful Saga
The document lay on the desk, its edges curled and brittle as dried leaves, the ink faded to the color of old blood. Elias Whitmore ran his thumb over the seal, a wax disc the size of a coin, pressed with the crest of the Ashworth family. It was smooth to the touch, unblemished, but beneath the surface, he felt a vibration, a faint, rhythmic thrumming that did not come from the paper. It came...
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