The Wistful Crossroads

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You are stealing from the Crown, Alaric. The words hung in the cold air of the alchemy chamber, sharper than the glass vials lined on the shelves behind him. Alaric did not turn around. His back was to the door, his hands buried in the silver dust of the mortar, grinding the last of the Whispering Salt into a powder fine as snow. He knew the steward, Thomas Bradshaw, was watching him. He could...

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