The Wistful Crossroads

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The quill dragged a line of crimson across the vellum, the stroke wet and thick, pulsing with a rhythm that matched the throb behind Elias Thorne’s left eye. He did not look up. To look up was to admit that the ink was alive, and to admit it was to admit that he was paying for the privilege of being seen. The scriptorium was sealed, a stone box suspended in the dark, where the only light came...

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