The Wistful Crossroads

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The rain does not fall so much as it presses against the glass, a cold, persistent hand trying to find a seam in the windowpane. You are standing in the center of the Hall of Whispers, a room so vast and high-ceilinged that your voice, when you finally let it out, sounds like a stone dropped into a well. The air here is thick with the scent of wet wool and old paper, a smell that has settled...

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