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The Pattern in the Ink
Author: Divine 123
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Yara found him again just past midday, this time in the archive room itself, several ledgers spread across the table where Rathorn had first named Ardyn two days before.

"I need your eyes on something," she said, without preamble. "Not because you'll recognize a name — you won't. But because you were there for all three journeys since Ashvale, and I need someone who actually experienced the timing rather than reconstructing it secondhand."

Bran settled across from her, studying the ledgers — co
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