The Wistful Crossroads

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The ink is dry on the decree, Enzo, and you will leave the court by dusk. I heard the words from the King’s lips, but they landed in my ears like stones dropped into a well. I was fifty years old, and my eyes were already failing, a creeping dark that started at the edges and moved inward, a supernatural hunger that fed on my pride. I wanted to publish my final treatise on stellar decay, to...

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