The Wistful Crossroads

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The silver thread lay coiled in Elara’s palm, cold and heavy as a snake of mercury, its metallic sheen catching the low amber light of the chandelier above. She had walked for three days from the muddy fields of the lower valley, her boots worn through at the toes, to stand in the antechamber of Duke Thorne’s court, a place where the air smelled of stale beeswax and old stone. The Duke sat upon...

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