The Faded Chronicle
My hands were already red before I reached the archive room, the salt from the morning’s scrubbing reacting with the dampness of the air in a way that felt less like hygiene and more like a slow, corrosive burn. I had come to Vael to settle Julian’s estate, a task that should have been a matter of simple arithmetic and inventory, but the city’s Guild of Archivists had other plans for my...
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