The Wistful Crossroads

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that blurred the edges of the world outside the window of the old manor house. You sat in the high-backed chair by the fireplace, your hands resting on the arms, the wood worn smooth by decades of other hands before yours. The air inside was thick, heavy with the scent of damp wool and old paper, a smell that seemed to seep...

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