The Faded Frontier

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The ink on the parchment did not dry; it welled, a dark and viscous tide that swallowed the letters I had painstakingly carved with the nib, spreading in capillary networks that looked too much like the veins of a dying man. I am Elara, a scribe of the High Court of Aethelgard, and I am twelve years old, though the weight of the quill in my hand feels heavier than the stone columns that hold up...

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