The Faded Frontier
The dust on your desk is not merely dust, Elias. It is a gray, fine powder that settles on every object you have touched in the last decade, a residue of the dead that clings to your skin like a second, invisible coat. You are forty-two, a senior archivist at the Ministry of Antiquities, and for the past five years, you have been trying to prove that the royal lineage is a fabrication, a lie...
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