The Wistful Crossroads
The chisel slips, and the blood from your thumb mixes with the dust of the chisel point, a small, red thing against the grey stone. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-two, a border warden in the highland fortress of Kael, and the pain in your hand is a small, manageable thing compared to the weight of the commandant’s refusal. You want the promotion that will secure your debt-ridden family’s future,...
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