The Wistful Crossroads

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The bell tolled. It was a sound like bone breaking. You woke on the cold stone floor of the scriptorium. Your cheek pressed against the rough weave of a wool rug. The air tasted of dust and old ink. You sat up. Your head throbbed. A dull, rhythmic pain behind your eyes. You were Eleanor. You were the Archivist. You were here to save the codex. The room was dim. Shafts of gray light cut through...

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