The Wistful Crossroads

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The air in the Great Hall of the Ministry of Records did not merely smell of dust and decaying parchment; it possessed a weight, a viscous quality that seemed to press against the eardrums, a physical manifestation of the three centuries of silence the institution had maintained. Elias Thorne, a clerk of thirty-two years whose hands were perpetually stained with the iron-gall ink of his trade,...

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