The Faded Chronicle

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Act I The heat in the longhouse made noon impossible, a physical weight that pressed against the temples and turned the air into something thick and difficult to breathe. Nune Minasyan sat at the stone table, his fingers hovering over the ledger, feeling the sweat bead on his upper lip. He was forty-two, an archivist of minor standing, and he needed this tenure to survive the taxes due to the...

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