The Wistful Crossroads

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The bell rang once. The sound hung in the air. It was heavy. It was cold. It did not fade. It stayed. Elara stood by the gate. The iron was black. The iron was wet. The rain fell. The rain was thin. The rain was fast. She held the cloak. The cloak was blue. The blue was deep. The blue was old. She had woven it. She had woven it tight. She had woven it warm. It was for Thomas. Thomas was...

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