The Wistful Crossroads

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Elias. The name hung in the damp air of the scriptorium, spoken by Brother Thomas with the flat, weary cadence of a man calling for a dog he no longer trusted. You looked up from the vellum, your quill hovering a fraction of an inch above the parchment, the tip heavy with a black liquid that seemed to thicken as it dried. The year was 1348, and the valley outside the sealed walls of Saint...

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