The Wistful Crossroads

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The ink did not dry; it breathed, a viscous black liquid that pulsed with the slow, rhythmic throb of a living vein against the parchment, and Elias Thorne watched the anomaly with the detached precision of a man observing a fracture in his own foundation. For three years, the seals he carved for the Guild of Artificers had bled this strange, iridescent fluid, a phenomenon he had dismissed as a...

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