The Distant Legend
The fire in the Royal Archives was not a tragedy, but a bureaucratic convenience, and you know this with the cold, technical certainty of a man who has spent his life cataloging the exact weight of paper. You are thirty-two years old, an exile in the damp, cobblestone streets of the city’s lower district, and you have been living under the shadow of a lie for two years. The public record states...
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