The Wistful Crossroads

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The wine was red as a fresh wound. It pooled in the crystal goblets, trembling under the chandelier’s heavy, golden gaze. I watched it. I watched the light break on the surface, fracturing into a thousand tiny, sharp shards. Like glass. Like the world. The banquet hall was a cavern of noise and silk. Lords and ladies moved in slow, liquid circles. They spoke of grain yields and border disputes....

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