The Wistful Crossroads

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The banquet hall of King Aethelgard’s castle was a cavern of gold and sweat, a place where the air hung so thick with the scent of roasted swan and spiced wine that it felt less like an atmosphere and more like a physical weight pressing against the inside of your skull. You stood at the edge of the dais, your hands buried deep in the folds of your merchant’s cloak, watching the King’s...

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