The Wistful Crossroads

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The bell tower cracked. It did not fall. It split. A jagged vein of shadow ran down the stone face of the cathedral, silent and absolute. I stood in the nave. Dust rained from the vaulted ceiling. It settled on my shoulders. It settled on the red cloak. The cloak was mine. It was always mine. It was the only thing that held my shape when the world tried to unmake it. The air tasted of iron. It...

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