The Wistful Crossroads

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The chalk dust in my lungs tasted of iron and old stone, a grit that settled in the crevices of my knuckles as I scraped the final entry into the Grand Ledger. I am Elara, twelve years old, and in the walled city of Oakhaven, I am nothing more than a pair of hands belonging to Master Halloway, a scribe whose fingers tremble so violently that he can barely hold a quill without shivering. The air...

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