The Wistful Crossroads

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The jar sat on the mahogany desk, a perfect cylinder of amber glass holding a substance that had not changed in a hundred years. It was honey, preserved and sealed, a testament to the unchanging nature of the Crown’s authority. Twelve-year-old Thomas Bradshaw stared at it from across the reading room, his fingers stained with ink, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. He was...

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