The Wistful Crossroads

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2026-08-19 05:50:59 -

The bell tolled. Three times. The iron gate shuddered in its frame. Edric stood in the courtyard. Rain slicked the cobblestones. He held the heavy oak door. It was the boundary. The line between the world and the keep. He was a knight. His armor was dented. Mud caked the steel. He had fought all night. He was tired. Bone tired. Inside, the torches flickered. Shadows danced on the stone walls....

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