The Wistful Crossroads

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The heavy iron door of the Citadel did not groan when it opened; it simply ceased to be a barrier, a silent surrender that revealed the vast, hollowed-out chest of the institution, a place where the air tasted of stale tobacco, old paper, and the metallic tang of suppressed panic. Colonel Elias Thorne stood in the antechamber, his uniform pressed to a severity that seemed to defy the casual...

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