The Wistful Crossroads

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The feast of the Solstice was not a celebration of light, but a ritual of shedding, and you sat in the center of the Great Hall, the air thick with the scent of burning tallow and the heavy, metallic tang of old iron, feeling the weight of the leather coat draped over your shoulders like a second, suffocating skin. It was a fine coat, once, tailored from the hide of a bull that had walked the...

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