The Faded Ruin
The ledger is missing, boy. Corvus did not raise his voice. He simply held the spine of the book up to the candlelight, letting the smoke from the Feast of Records drift through the gap where the pages should have been. Elias stood before him, his hands slick with the cold sweat that always gathered on his palms when the Archivist looked at him with those flat, unblinking eyes. The hall was...
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