The Wistful Campus
Chapter One Could a boy of twelve hold the weight of a kingdom’s silence in his ink-stained fingers? Talha Kiyani stood before the Royal Ledger, the parchment rough against his palm, while the dry thunder of the season shook the peat-burning air outside the Silver Spire. He was a scribe’s apprentice, and his hands cramped under the scrutiny of the Archivist, an old man whose eyes held the...
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