The Wistful Crossroads

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Act I The market square of Oros hummed with the friction of wool and tin, a low static charge built from the grinding of looms in the nearby yards and the sharp, metallic tang of the sea air that crept up from the harbor below. It was a place where value was weighed in grams and ounces, where the price of a bolt of cloth could decide whether a family ate well or starved by winter’s edge. I...

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