The Faded Chronicle
Chapter One Ofelia Cabrera’s hands moved before her mind could catch up, the copper stylus scratching against the wet clay tablet. The air in the scribe’s stall behind the court smelled of dried reeds and old sweat. Outside, the market was closing, the last vendors packing their goods into baskets woven from river cane. She was thirty years old, and her father was dying. The bride-price for her...
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