The Wistful Witness
The winter of 1347 settled over the capital like a shroud, heavy and silent, pressing the breath from the lungs of those who walked the cobbled streets. Elara Vance stood in the antechamber of the High Chancellor, her fingers white-knuckled around the hem of her woolen cloak, waiting for the summons that would determine the fate of her younger brother, Thomas. She was thirty years old, a scribe...
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