The Wistful Crossroads

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The ink bled into the parchment with a sound like a gasp, a wet, sucking intake of breath that silenced the chamber. Elias Thorne did not blink. His fingers, stained to the knuckle with a black so dark it seemed to devour the light, held the quill steady as a surgeon’s scalpel. Around him, the air was thick with the scent of ozone and old blood, a metallic tang that coated the back of his...

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