The Distant Legend
The quill felt heavy in your hand, its nib stiff and dry, as you sat in the high, cold window of the archive room where the dust motes danced in the single beam of afternoon light. You were Elias Vane, the King’s chief archivist, and you wanted only to finish the catalog before the winter solstice, a task that would secure your pension and keep your name out of the Chancellor’s list of...
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