The Wistful Crossroads

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The stone walls of the Priory did not breathe, yet they seemed to inhale the scent of damp wool and old parchment with a slow, rhythmic heaviness that pressed against the back of Elias Thorne’s skull as he sat in the windowless cellar, the air thick with the taste of his own exhaled fear and the metallic tang of the iron key still clenched in his fist, a key that was not for a door but for a...

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