The Wistful Crossroads

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The ink was cold, but Elara’s hands were warm with a fever that had no name. She sat at the lowest desk in the High Court, the scratching of her quill the only sound in the vast, stone-choked hall. Outside, the first snow of the solstice was falling, thick and heavy, muting the world beyond the palace walls. Inside, the air tasted of dust and old paper, and beneath it, the faint, sweet rot of...

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