The Wistful Crossroads

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2026-08-18 16:19:03 -

The rain had not ceased for three days, turning the cobblestones of Blackwood Hollow into a slick, reflective mirror that held the trembling, amber light of the tavern lanterns, a light that seemed to bleed into the wet air, mingling with the scent of wet wool, stale ale, and the metallic, ozone tang that precedes the breaking of a storm, a storm which, as I stood there with my sword resting...

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