The Wistful Crossroads

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The ink was black, but it smelled of iron and rain, a scent that permeated the damp stone walls of the scriptorium and settled deep in the lungs of Elias Thorne, a man whose hands were stained permanently violet from the dyes he mixed for the monks of the Abbey of St. Jude. Elias was not a monk, nor was he a scholar of any renown; he was a craftsman, a binder of pages and a preparer of vellum,...

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