The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The letter lay on the mahogany table, the wax seal cracked, the ink smudged where the Guild Master’s thumb had pressed too hard. It was a rejection, written in the dry, bureaucratic script of men who measured cloth in pennies and souls in ounces. Florence Trenchard read it twice, his eyes tracing the words that condemned his work as "erratic" and "lacking the requisite stability for Royal...

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