The Wistful Crossroads

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The mortar in your hands is heavy, cold iron against the sweat of your palms, and the sound of the pestle grinding the dried bark of the Wistful Root is the only thing that keeps the silence from eating you alive. You are Elias, forty-two years old, the court apothecary to Duke Aethelgard, and you are standing in the shadow of a man who is slowly disappearing. The Duke sits on the high throne,...

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