The Wistful Crossroads

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The mist that rolls off the Blackwater is not merely water vapor, but a living thing, a grey, viscous ghost that clings to the hem of your skirts and chills the marrow of your bones as you stand upon the rotting pier, watching the small, battered skiff that carries your brother, Thomas, shrink into the distance until it is indistinguishable from the fog itself. You are left behind, Elara, on...

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