The Wistful Crossroads

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The ledger in my pocket weighed precisely four ounces, a fact I had verified by holding it against the brass scale on the counter of the apothecary before I fled the village, and I knew that if I lost it, I would lose the only proof that my mother’s silver locket had ever existed in the physical world. I was twelve years old, and my hands were stained with the rust-colored ink of the scribe’s...

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