The Wistful Crossroads

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The red mud was up to my knees. It clung to my boots like wet wool. I could feel the weight of the place pressing against my spine. This was not the world I knew. It was the world beneath the world. The one that breathed. I was still holding the baton. My knuckles were white. The leather was slick with sweat. I was a guard here. Or a soldier. The titles did not matter in the red dark. The walls...

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