The Wistful Crossroads

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The hall of the Ashworth estate groaned under the weight of the feast. It was a house of stone and shadow, older than the kingdom that claimed it, its foundations sunk deep into the earth like the roots of a forgotten oak. Candlelight trembled on the walls, casting long, wavering reflections that danced like ghosts. The air smelled of roasted boar, spiced wine, and the damp, metallic scent of...

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