The Wistful Crossroads

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The great hall of the manor house at Oxbury did not merely host a feast; it swallowed the night whole, a cavernous mouth of stone and oak where the air hung thick with the scent of roasting boar, spiced wine, and the underlying, metallic tang of old blood that had long since seeped into the flagstones. Alderman Silas Thorne, a man whose armor was polished to a mirror sheen that reflected the...

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