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Lucien’s Testament

Penulis: Tyson Roy
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The quill trembled in Lucien’s hand, its tip darkened with dusk-hued ink, as he bent toward the frost-fogged window of the last true keep in Eldoria, old enough to remember fire, young enough to ache for it. A fine dust drifted in the air, mingling with the scent of parchment and smoke, a perfume of yesterday. Outside, the woods wore a cloak of winter, branches brittle as sorrow, the sky overhead fractured into indigo and ivory by the thin, sharp bones of starlight.

He had not written in years. Had not, perhaps, believed he ever would again.

Yet here he was, hunched in the quiet, where even ghosts seemed to wait with bated breath, his hands arthritic from centuries of holding on too tightly. There were wounds that healed around the blade. There were hearts that learned to beat quietly so the world would not hear them break.

Tonight, he surrendered to neither.

With a sigh older than the stones beneath his feet, Lucien placed trembling quill to paper.

“To the one who was never just a qu
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