The Wistful Crossroads

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The feast was a lie, a shimmering curtain of roasted goose and spiced wine that the Pale King used to mask the rotting foundation of his court, and you sat at the far end of the long table with your hands wrapped around a cup that had gone cold an hour ago, watching the shadows in the corners of the hall stretch and whisper names that did not belong to any living soul. You were Elias Thorne,...

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