The Wistful Crossroads

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The fog came in thick that night. It tasted of salt and rot. I left the gate open. I left it wide. I wanted the cold to take me. My name is Elias. I was born in this house. I died in this house. Or so I thought. I was not the first to leave. My father left. He walked into the moor. He did not come back. The villagers said the bog took him. I did not believe it. I believed he simply wanted to be...

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