The Wistful Crossroads

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The bell rang. It was a dull, bronze sound that seemed to vibrate in my teeth. I left the room. The door clicked shut behind me. I walked down the long corridor. The stone floor was cold under my boots. It was winter. The wind howled outside. I was a man of few words. I had always been so. My name was Elias. I worked in the library. We kept the old books. The ones that smelled of dust and...

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