The Faded Road
The letter lay on the oak desk, its seal broken, the ink smudged where the wax had cracked against the stone. I read it twice, the parchment cold and brittle in my hands, the words stark against the fading light of the vault. It was not a threat, but a notice of dissolution, signed by the Duke’s new steward, a man whose name I did not know but whose authority was absolute. I had kept the High...
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