The Faded Ruin
The snow fell upon the Chancery with a silence so profound it seemed to press against the glass, muffling the world outside into a gray, featureless void that mirrored the emptiness spreading across the parchment before Elias. He sat at his oak desk, the candlelight trembling in the draft, his fingers stained with the black ink that was slowly, inevitably, erasing the words he had spent three...
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