The Wistful Crossroads

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The ledger lay open on the oak table, its pages swollen with damp, the ink of the final entry still wet and black as a bruise. Elias Thorne, steward of the Blackwood estate for thirty-two years, stared at the column of figures that detailed the inventory of the harvest feast, his eyes tracing the line where the ancestral silver chalice was listed as "missing." The room smelled of roasted pork...

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