The Wistful Crossroads

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2026-08-22 22:09:46 -

The quill in my hand felt less like a tool and more like a bone, cold and brittle against my palm, as I stared at the drop of black fluid trembling on the tip, refusing to fall. I was Elias Thorne, thirty-two years old, a scribe of the High Court in the city of Aethelgard, and I had spent the last four years in the debt-prison, writing off my father’s gambling losses one line at a time until my...

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