The Faded Frontier
The blood from your left hand is not red. It is a thin, viscous mist, evaporating before it hits the stone floor of the Obsidian Court. You are Elara, High Steward, and you have three days until the Decree of Silence must be signed. If you do not sign, the court collapses. If you do sign, the ledger says you die. But the ledger is old, and the King is patient, and the hunger in the throne is...
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