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... hollow stretch between midnight and dawn when the swamp was silent and the golden hearth burned low. Not words. The Architect didn’t waste words when images would cut deeper.
Krug saw the scroll. The golden scroll, with its beautiful calligraphy and its invisible chains. He saw a hand — his hand — pressing blood to the parchment. He saw the gold light flare, confirming the binding. He saw the delegation marching south, satisfied, smug, carrying the receipt of surrender in their staff-tip ...
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