The Wistful Crossroads

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The ink was wet on the parchment when the shadow fell across the desk. Elias Thorne did not look up. He was a clerk of the Guild of Weights and Measures, a man whose life was a ledger of balanced columns, and the shadow was merely an interruption in the light. He dipped his quill. The scratching of the nib against the vellum was a rhythm as constant as his own heartbeat. Outside, the bells of...

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