The Wistful Crossroads

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The rain slicked the cobblestones, turning the square into a mirror for the crowd’s jeers. I stood on the platform, my coat torn, my dignity in tatters. Magistrate Vane stood beside me, adjusting his cuffs with a casual, flippant grace that made my stomach turn. He did not shout. He did not need to. The silence of the crowd was louder than any scream. "Science is a luxury," Vane said, his voice...

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