The Wistful Crossroads

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The feast was a thing of teeth and bone. Cain sat at the edge of the table. His hands were still. They were always still, even when the world shook. Across from him, his brother Seth drank. The wine was dark, almost black, and it stained the linen. The room smelled of roasting meat and old sweat. It was a smell that stuck to the skin. The guards stood in the corners. They were tall. They wore...

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