The Wistful Crossroads

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2026-08-19 04:29:37 -

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a thick, grey curtain that smelled of wet wool and old blood. You stood in the corner of the cellar, your back against the cold stone, watching the single candle flicker on the rough-hewn table. Your father sat across from you, his hands resting on the wood, steady as roots. He was not looking at you. He was looking at the door, a heavy slab...

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