The Wistful Crossroads

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The hall was thick with the scent of roasted lamb and burning beeswax, a heavy, cloying sweetness that seemed to press against the inside of my skull, muffling the world beyond the stone walls of the estate. I sat at the far end of the long oak table, my hands folded neatly in my lap, though my knuckles were white, gripping the fabric of my simple linen tunic as if it were the only anchor...

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