The Faded Road
Act I Eleni Doukas pressed her thumb into the center of the page, feeling the cold bite of the glass shards that had erupted from the parchment three seconds prior, the air in the archive suddenly heavy with ozone and old dust. She was halfway through the transcription of the Silent Ledger, a task that had consumed the last three years of her life and the entirety of her salary, when the paper...
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