The Wistful Crossroads

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The hand was still warm, which was the first thing that did not make sense. Silas held it up by the wrist, the severed limb dangling with a wet, heavy swing that slapped against the stone floor of the inquisitor’s antechamber. It was a large hand, the knuckles swollen and the fingernails caked with the grey dust of the royal archives. In its grip, fingers curled tight with a muscle memory that...

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