The Wistful Crossroads

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2026-08-18 03:27:04 -

The hall smelled of wet wool and iron. We were many. Too many. I stood by the hearth. The fire was high. It ate the shadows. I watched the flames. They danced. They snapped. They died. My hands were still. They should have been shaking. I had not eaten. I had not slept. The wine in my cup was dark. It looked like blood. I drank it. It burned my throat. The guests talked. Low voices. Sharp...

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