The Wistful Crossroads

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The blade did not stop. It swung again. Tom saw the flash. Silver against the grey stone. He ducked. His heart hammered against his ribs like a trapped bird. The air smelled of iron and wet moss. He was small. He was nine. He held the wooden staff with both hands. His knuckles were white. Lord Ashworth stood at the center of the court. He wore red silk. The fabric was heavy. It absorbed the...

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