The Wistful Crossroads

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The parchment lay on the oak table, heavy with the red wax of the King’s seal. Elias Thorne did not pick it up. He stared at the ink, which was still wet, smelling of iron and ambition. The document was a dismissal. It stripped him of his title as Magister and ordered the dismantling of the Spire within the night. The room was cold. The air tasted of dust and the faint, metallic tang of the...

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