The Faded Photograph
The ledger lay open on the oak table, its pages yellowed and brittle, the ink shifting from a dull brown to a sickly green as I leaned closer. I am Elias, a page of twelve years in the crumbling court of Duke Vane, and I wanted only to survive, to secure my position by mastering the secrets hidden in this alchemical record. The air in the scriptorium smelled of dried lavender and old dust, a...
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