The Wistful Crossroads

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The feast was a riot of salted pork and black bread, the air thick with the smell of rendered fat and the low, humming chant of a dozen men who had not slept in three days, their eyes bright with the particular madness of those who believe they have found a god in the belly of a beast, and you sat at the end of the long oak table, your hands trembling so violently that the wooden spoon in your...

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