The Faded Chronicle
The quill in your hand weighs almost nothing, yet your fingers tremble as if gripping a live coal. You are Elias, twelve years old, and the ink is drying on the parchment of the Royal Chronicle, a document that is supposed to record the truth of the kingdom but has become, under the new Chancellor’s watch, a weapon of erasure. Outside the high windows of the scriptorium, the wind howls against...
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