The Wistful Crossroads

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The holly tree was dying. I saw it first in the roots. The bark was gray. It looked like old skin. I knelt in the mud. My knees hurt. I am a scholar of herbs. I know what is right. I know what is true. The Court does not care. The Court only wants gold. And power. And silence. My brother, Elias, is gone. He was taken three nights ago. They said he stole. He did not steal. He was kind. He loved...

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