The Wistful Skyline

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The decree was written in a hand so precise it looked stamped, the ink a dry, dusty black that smelled faintly of iron and old blood. Elias held the parchment under the slanting afternoon light, the angle low enough to catch the grain of the paper but high enough to wash out the shadows of his own trembling fingers. He was twelve years old, a scribe of the Third Rank in the city of Oram, and he...

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