The Wistful Crossroads

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The border is wrong, Elias. You see it, don’t you? The whisper is fading. I stood before the loom, my hands trembling not from cold, but from the sudden, violent weight of the Silence pressing against my eardrums. Master Aldric, Guild Master of Oakhaven, stood with his arms crossed, his face a mask of bureaucratic indifference that suited the highland stone better than it suited a human being....

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