The Wistful Crossroads

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The silver was cold, but the blood was warm. That was the first thing I noticed as I pressed my thumb against the fractured rim of the reliquary, the metal weeping a thick, black fluid that smelled of iron and old ink. I am Brother Elias, a scholar of the lesser orders, and in the year of our Lord 1342, I am bound by a debt of silence that weighs heavier than the stone walls of the Scriptorium...

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