The Faded Guest
Act I Siranush Munteanu looked back at the ink-stained hand that had signed the name of a dead man, a gesture that now felt like a betrayal of her own breath. She remembered the weight of the quill, heavier than it should have been, as she forged the Guildmaster’s seal to bypass the caste check that barred her from the permanent copyist position. The deadline was the winter solstice, and the...
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