The Wistful Crossroads

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The mist in the high tower of Aethelgard did not clear; it thickened, a grey wool that suffocated the light and the air alike. Elias sat at his desk, the parchment before him blank and waiting, his fingers hovering over the vial of Whispering Ink. It was a pigment of terrible beauty, black as a bruise, shimmering with a life that seemed to pulse against the glass. He had come here to save...

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