The Wistful Crossroads

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2026-08-18 04:24:44 -

The frost had not yet touched the elms in the square, but the air tasted of iron and old paper, a metallic tang that coated the back of your throat and settled into the creases of your skin. You stood alone at the center of the cobblestone intersection, your hand resting on the hilt of a baton that felt less like a tool of order and more like a heavy, cold bone. The city of Oakhaven was asleep,...

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