The Distant Joke
The seal was broken before Elara’s fingers touched it. "Your father’s hand was steady until the end," the Chancellor said, not looking up from the ledger. "Steady is a virtue we cannot afford to trust." Elara stood in the center of the High Court, the stone floor cold and gritty under her thin boots. She was twelve years old, small for her age, with the dust of the long road still caked in the...
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