The Wistful Crossroads
Chapter One "Application for Herbaceous Dispensary. Pending. Reason: Insufficient Proof of Purity." The paper smelled of damp ash. I held it by the corner, as if the ink might bleed into my skin. Outside, the carts ground against the cobblestones, a sound like teeth chattering in the dark. It was the Copper Age, before the bronze came, and the light of the short winter days cut the backwaters...
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