The Faded Paradox
The arrow struck the heavy oak door of the scriptorium just as Elias pressed his quill to the parchment, the impact sending a spray of wood splinters into the air and knocking the inkwell from its shelf, where it shattered on the stone floor, bleeding black across the vellum of the false letter he had been crafting. Outside, the siege lines of General Kael’s army pressed against the ancient...
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