The Wistful Crossroads

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The parchment was thick, cream-colored, and smelled faintly of iron filings and old sweat, a scent that clung to the skin of every document issued by the Guild of Alchemical Standards. I held it up to the guttering light of the tallow candle, my fingers stained with the blue residue of mercury, and read the seal of Master Aldous Blackwood, a man who viewed the laws of nature as a ledger to be...

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