The Wistful Crossroads
Estrella Valenzuela stood at the gilded banquet of the High Court, her uniform stiff with the weight of a duty that had long since outlived her. The air shimmered, not with heat, but with the local magic; shadows detached from the walls and whispered debts in voices like tearing silk. She wanted to secure the release of her younger brother, Mateo, from the debt-prison, a place where the walls...
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