The Wistful Crossroads

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You stand in the center of the Grand Hall, the air thick with the scent of roasted venison, beeswax, and the cloying, metallic sweetness of old blood, and you realize that the only thing truly real in this entire, suffocatingly opulent space is the phantom ache in your left knee, a dull, grinding throb that has been with you since birth, a bone-deep reminder of the debt you owe to the world, a...

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