The Wistful Crossroads

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The mist did not rise so much as it breathed, a slow, tidal exhalation of the ancient fen that swallowed the world in grey silence and cold, and in this breathless suspension between the earth and the sky, Elias Thorne stood alone with the weight of the Law wrapped around his neck like a noose of iron and starlight. He was the Warden of the Boundary, a title that had once carried the crisp, dry...

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