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The ledger counted forty-three shillings in debt and two days until the frost claimed the rest of the harvest. Elias stood before the Guild Master’s desk, his hands rough as the granite he had spent twenty years shaping, and waited for the verdict that would save his mother’s life. The room smelled of old paper and damp wool, a scent that had clung to him since childhood. Master Aldric, his...
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