The Wistful Crossroads

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The table was long. It stretched across the hall like a spine of dark oak, polished to a mirror shine. Candles burned. The wax ran hot. The air smelled of roasted lamb and stale wine. People laughed. They clinked glasses. The sound was sharp. It cut through the quiet. Elias sat at the end. He was small. He was quiet. He held a glass in his hand. The crystal was heavy. It felt cold. He did not...

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