The Wistful Crossroads

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The feast was a riot of gold and wine, the air thick with the scent of roasted lamb and the heavy, cloying perfume of night-blooming jasmine that had been forced to bloom out of season in the high towers of the castle. We sat in the long hall, a room so vast and cold that even the roaring fires in the hearths could not quite banish the chill that settled into our bones, a chill that spoke of...

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