The Wistful Crossroads
Chapter One "You’re the one who broke the loom, aren’t you?" The voice was low, scraped raw by the damp that seeped through the walls of the scriptorium, a cold that settled in the marrow and refused to leave. Usha Verma did not look up from the Codex of Silence. The ink on the page was not black, but a bruised violet, and it was moving, curling around the edges of the parchment like a living...
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