The Wistful Crossroads

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The hall smelled of roasted goose and stale wine, a thick, cloying sweetness that coated the back of my throat as I watched the Dean raise his glass. It was the winter of 1240, and the University of Paris was a fortress of stone and silence, but here, in the Dean’s private chamber, the air vibrated with the low hum of ambition. I stood at the edge of the dais, clutching the leather-bound folio...

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