The Wistful Crossroads

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The rain fell not from the sky but from the very stone of the cloister walls, a weeping that had persisted for three centuries since the last Inquisitor had sealed the archives, and Elias Thorne stood in the center of the scriptorium, his hands wrapped around the hilt of a sword that was slowly turning to rust, a metallic taste flooding his mouth as he realized that the weapon was not iron but...

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