The Wistful Crossroads

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The glass did not break; it exploded. A constellation of silver shards sprayed across the obsidian floor of the throne room, and Elias felt the sudden, cold absence of a year in his bones. He was thirty-four, but for the first time, he felt the specific weight of thirty-five. Before him, King Aldous sat upon a throne of carved iron, his face a mask of bureaucratic indifference. The air in the...

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