The Distant Ghost
The caliper in your hand is cold, the steel biting into the calluses of your thumb as you measure the gap between the obsidian tablets, a precise three millimeters that seems to widen and narrow with the hum of the air. You are Elara, Head Archivist of the Imperial Court, and your desire is simple, technical, and urgent: you must catalog the Whispering Vault before the High Chancellor orders it...
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