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The Weight of Stillness
The morning sun traced golden patterns across Theron Clayhand’s workshop floor, illuminating dust motes that danced in air thick with the ghost-scent of yesterday’s kiln firing. He stood in the doorway, coffee cup cooling in his calloused hands, staring at the pottery wheel that sat like an accusation in the corner—silent, waiting, judging the fact Continue reading
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What the Woods Know
The afternoon sun filtered through the ornate glass windows of his brother’s dining room, casting prismatic patterns across the polished mahogany table that could have seated twelve with room to spare. Garrett Ashwood traced his calloused finger along the table’s edge, feeling the perfect smoothness of wood that had never known actual use, that existed Continue reading
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The Art of Adjacency
The morning sun barely penetrated the narrow gap between the tenement buildings of Lumen Vale’s Lower Reach, but Marten Copperhand had learned to read time by the quality of shadows rather than the presence of light. The slice of amber that crept across his workbench told him it was past dawn, that his neighbor Elara Continue reading
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The Fierce Reclaimed
The morning sun filtered through the grimy window of Balder Jagerson’s rented room above the Broken Shield tavern, painting bars of golden light across his scarred hands as he set down the quill with deliberate finality. The parchment before him bore a single sentence written in the precise, angular script learned during twenty-three years of Continue reading
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The Dark Saga
The ancient scroll felt heavier than parchment had any right to feel as Kieran Darkbane carefully unrolled it across the marble reading table in the depths of Lumen Vale’s Grand Conservatory. Even in the warm glow of crystal-light that illuminated the archive’s forgotten vaults, the manuscript seemed to absorb radiance rather than reflect it, its Continue reading
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