The Wistful Saga
The letter lay on the workbench, the wax seal broken, the ink still wet with the dampness of the cellar where it had been hidden. Elias Vane read it twice, the paper trembling not from the wind rattling the shutters but from the sudden, cold weight of the words: *The Guild requires your immediate presence regarding the integrity of the Seal.* He looked at his hands, the knuckles swollen like...
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