The Wistful Crossroads

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The order lay on the desk, the ink still wet and smelling of iron, a stark rectangle of white paper against the rough-hewn oak of the warden’s station. I read it three times, my left hand trembling so violently that the parchment rippled like water under a stone, and the translucent glass of my fingers caught the candlelight, refracting it into a cold, fractured prism that danced across the...

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