The Wistful Crossroads

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The rain fell in thick, grey sheets against the stone, a relentless drumming that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of your bones as you stood in the narrow corridor of the manor, your hands raised, your body trembling not from cold but from the sheer, crushing weight of their expectation. You are not what you appear, though you have spent the last thirty years trying to convince them otherwise....

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