The Wistful Crossroads

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Chapter One I am twelve, and I hold the silver circlet. It is cold against my palm, a weight that feels like a verdict. I want to prove my worth to King Alasdair, to show him that my lineage is not a lie but a fact. The uncanny rule of this palace is simple: the circlet mirrors the true intent of the holder. I do not lie to the metal. I lie to the man. I dream of the King’s face, but in the...

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