The Wistful Crossroads

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The heavy oak chest sits in the center of the room, a monolith of dark wood that has not moved in forty years. You have lived in this house since you were a child, and the chest has been there since before you were born, its iron bands rusted into the grain like veins beneath skin. It is a thing of pure, stubborn permanence. The air in the hallway is thick with the smell of damp earth and old...

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