The Wistful Letter

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Thorne, you are late. The voice of Lord Vane cut through the damp chill of the archive, sharp as a chisel striking stone. Elias straightened his spine, his fingers still trembling from the night’s recurring dream of black thorns piercing his palm. He was thirty-four years old, a scribe of the King’s household, and he had spent the last six weeks translating the *Codex Aeternum*. The air in the...

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