The Wistful Crossroads

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14 March, 2024 "You’re bleeding ink, Elara. Again." I looked up from the ledger, the leather binding cold and damp against my palm, and saw that a smear of black had spread across my wrist, not from a cut, but from the page itself. The words *Thomas Bradshaw, debt of silence* had migrated off the paper and settled into the crease of my skin, burning like a brand. I wanted to be Head Curator. I...

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