The Wistful Witness

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The quill scratches against the parchment, a sound like dry leaves dragging across stone, as you press the final stroke of the date into the wax. The Great Hall is emptying around you, the heavy oak doors groaning shut against the November wind, leaving only the echo of King Aldric’s boots and the sharp, metallic scent of the departing army’s armor. You are Elias, the Royal Scribe, and you are...

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