The Wistful Crossroads

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The quill scratches against the vellum, a sound like dry leaves skittering across a stone floor. You are Elias, and your left hand is bleeding. Not red blood, but a thick, black ink that soaks into the grain of your skin, turning the knuckles the color of old bruises. You do not look up. You are in the Duke’s antechamber, the air thick with the scent of beeswax and decay. The Duke sits across...

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