The Pale Garden
The ink was drying too fast, or perhaps my hand was moving too slow. I looked at the parchment, the testament of Duke Aldric, and the letters swam before my eyes like insects on water. I am Elias Thorne, court archivist for the Duchy of Vane, and I have fifty-two years of service in my body and none in my bones. I wanted to finish the transcription before the sun set, before the light failed...
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