"Sigh, if only someone in our territory knew how to prepare Umbral Soil."
Arthur sat behind his desk, his tone deceptively casual, his fingers drumming a light, insistent rhythm on the polished wood. His gaze, however, kept flicking toward Silas, who was hunched over a smaller desk nearby.
Silas was engrossed in his work, documenting the day’s fish catch and smoked fish production. The dark smudges beneath his eyes were starker than they’d
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