The Wistful Crossroads

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The weight of the quill was three ounces of iron and goose feather, and I counted the seconds between each stroke to keep my hand steady. I was signing the name of my brother, Thomas, on the parchment that would send him to the gallows for stealing a single loaf of bread, and the smell of the archive hit me first, a thick, cloying scent of damp stone and old blood that coated the back of my...

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