The Wistful Crossroads

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The summons came not as a shout, but as a cold draft that slipped under the heavy oak doors of the Inquisitor’s office, carrying the scent of wet ash and old paper. Silas Vane looked up from his desk, where the Codex of Silence lay open, its pages blank yet humming with a low, static vibration that made the hair on his forearms stand on end. He was a man of thirty-two, precise in his movements,...

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