The Burning Treaty

The parchment was unmarked, at first.

No sigil. No seal. No triumphant flourish of gold ink or lacquered wax. Just paper, ash-kissed and frayed at the edges, wrapped in threads of fireroot and lunar silk. It bore no crest, because Seren bore no crown. And never would.

Not anymore.

Instead, she’d ...

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