The Wistful Crossroads

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The great oak table in the refectory of St. Aldric’s was not merely furniture; it was a monolith of varnished silence, stretching from the candlelight of the west wall to the damp, stone-cold darkness of the east. We sat around it, the senior clerks and scribes of the Provincial Archive, our robes heavy with dust and the weight of unspoken grievances, while the air hung thick with the scent of...

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