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He stood near the window, his eyes fixed on the courtyard below, his hands resting on the iron grates. "Discrepancies in the ink weights," Elena murmured, her fingers fly-leafing through a bundle of unsigned legislative drafts from the year of the cradle swap. "Look at this. This is a standard land-grant charter for the southern valleys. The primary text is written in standard iron-gall ink. It's dark, rich, uniform. But the margins... see these tiny numerical annotations near the tax tallies?" Marcus leaned over her shoulder, his warmth a brief comfort against the room's damp chill. He squinted at the tiny, cramped symbols scratched into the corners of the vellum. "They're faint. Almost gra

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