The Wistful Crossroads

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The rain fell like iron filings. It hammered the wet cobblestones of the old city. The stones were slick with mud and blood. The walls were high. The walls were black. The air was thick. The air smelled of rot. Caleb stood in the mud. His boots sank deep. He pulled them free. He kicked the muck away. The cold bit into his bones. It was a living thing. It chewed on him. He was the Warden of the...

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