The Wistful Crossroads
The tremor began in the second finger of Elara’s left hand, a fine, rhythmic shiver that defied the stillness she had cultivated over twelve years of surgical practice. She stood before the gilded bed of King Aldous, her stethoscope cold against the monarch’s chest, while the court held its breath in the shadows of the tapestries. The King’s own hands, resting on the silk sheets, moved with a...
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