The Faded Frontier
The Archivist’s voice cut through the heavy silence of the hall, sharp as a blade striking iron. "Elias. Step forward." The boy moved, his boots dragging slightly against the cold marble, the weight of the room pressing down on his shoulders with a physical, crushing force. He was twelve, slight of frame but dense with a stubbornness that his father had once called a virtue and the Court now...
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