The Wistful Crossroads

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The ink did not dry. It bloomed across the parchment like a bruise, dark and viscous, defying the physics of the dry quill and the heavy, damp air of the Ministry of Archives. Elias Thorne stood before the High Archivist, a man whose presence seemed to suck the oxygen from the room, leaving only the scent of dust and old paper. The High Archivist, a figure carved from the same rigid wood as the...

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