The Faded Frontier
The High Archivist died on a Tuesday, his breath rattling in a chest that had once held the weight of the kingdom’s memory. Elias Vane stood by the bedside, watching the light fade from the old man’s eyes, and felt no grief, only a cold, sharp calculation of opportunity. The plague, a wasting sickness that turned skin to ash, had claimed the Archivist in three days, and now the throne of the...
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