The Wistful Crossroads

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The golden cup in Sir Aldric’s hand was heavy, filled with wine that tasted of iron and old leaves, and he held it as if it were the only thing in the world that had not yet been taken from him. The feast at King’s Hollow roared around him, a cacophony of lute strings and the clatter of steel on stone, but Aldric’s eyes were fixed on the window where the moonlight caught the silver hair of his...

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