The Wistful Crossroads

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The rain hits your face like a whip. You are running. The mud sucks at your boots. Behind you, the sound of hooves. Behind you, the laughter. They are coming for the apple. You know this. You have known it for years. The tree stands in the center of the field. It is old. It is twisted. Its bark is black and rough. It does not fall. It never falls. It stands there, eternal, in the grey mist. You...

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