The Wistful Crossroads

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The brass star sat in Elias Thorne’s palm, cold and heavy, its edges worn smooth by years of neglect. It was the only thing he had left of Julian, a relic from a uniform that no longer existed in any official registry. Outside the palace gates, the air smelled of coal smoke and wet stone, the industrial grime of the capital settling into the frayed collar of Elias’s sergeant’s tunic. He stood...

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