The Wistful Crossroads

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The dust from the central boundary stone had not settled for three days, a fine, grey silt that coated the inside of my eyelids and gritted between my teeth like crushed charcoal, a persistent reminder that the world was not as solid as the guild had always claimed it to be. I remember the specific weight of the silence in Director Vane’s office, a heavy, pressurized quiet that felt less like...

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