The Wistful Crossroads

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The border town of Kaelen woke to the smell of wet stone and the rhythmic clatter of hooves on the marble hills, a commerce of grain and salt that moved like blood through the veins of the valley. In the rotunda of Sturgis Hall, Faye Sturgis counted the copper coins in her purse, the metal cold and slick with the damp that seeped from the floor. She needed forty pounds to pay the magistrate, to...

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