The Wistful Crossroads

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The summons came at the hour when the sun struck the western wall of the throne room, casting long, sharp shadows across the polished marble floor. "Elias," the herald called, his voice flat and bureaucratic, devoid of the warmth that might have softened the blow of the command. "Elias, step forward to receive the King’s decree regarding the matter of your brother’s imprisonment." You stood...

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