The Wistful Crossroads

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The mist in the valley of Aethelgard did not rise so much as it exhaled, a slow, grey breath from the lungs of the earth that swallowed the cobblestones and the thatched eaves alike. In the center of this fog stood Elara, her hands bound not by rope or iron, but by the sheer, crushing weight of the morning’s silence. She was a woman carved from the same stone as the village square, weathered by...

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