The Faded Chronicle

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The letter lay on the oak table, its seal broken, the ink still wet with the dampness of the autumn air that had seeped through the high windows of the Great Hall. It was a formal summons, written in the cramped, legal hand of the Duke’s steward, demanding my presence to answer for the misappropriation of royal wool. I read it twice, the parchment heavy in my hand, feeling the weight of the...

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