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Small Scroll

A rolled parchment no larger than the Doctor’s palm, its ends bound with a single crimson wax seal bearing Lamia’s initials. She produces it during tense negotiations in the Pavilion, unfurling just enough to reveal a line of elegant script—likely a forged grant of safe passage—before snapping it shut. The parchment’s worn edges and faint scent of spiced ink suggest it’s been handled repeatedly, a tool of calculated deception rather than genuine exchange.
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