The Wistful Ashes
Ratification of the Ink-Blight Protocol, Year 1240. All unverified texts to be burned. Greer Rattray’s hands were stained black up to the wrists, the ink gritty under his nails like dried mud. He sat behind his stall in the guild town, the loom weight with the maker’s mark resting cold against his hip. Across the counter, the photographer, a stringer for the capital, leaned in, his eyes darting...
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