The Wistful Crossroads

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The mist clung to the valley floor like a wet shroud. It was thick and cold. The iron gates of the keep stood open. They had always been open to the wind, but now they opened to the fog. Elias stood at the threshold. He wore the heavy coat of a warden. The wool was soaked. It pulled at his shoulders. He held a lantern in his left hand. The flame inside was steady. It did not flicker. It burned...

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