The Wistful Crossroads
The rain against the windowpane was a relentless, rhythmic tapping that Elara Vane found impossible to ignore, a sound that seemed to sync with the frantic, uneven beating of her heart. She sat hunched over her drafting table, the tip of her charcoal stick trembling as she tried to capture the intricate details of the commission, a portrait of a horse for a client who paid in dollars that could...
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