The Wistful Crossroads

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2026-08-18 01:12:05 -

The mud sucks at your boots as you run. It is a cold, grey morning. The rain has stopped but the air is heavy. You carry the iron box. It is light, but it weighs more than stone. Inside is the powder. Your father’s last gift. The smoke that clears the mind. The dust that binds the spirit to the flesh. You are running from the red coats. They are close. You hear the snap of twigs. The heavy thud...

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