The Wistful Crossroads

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The map was wrong. It was always wrong. Elias held the parchment tight. The edges were soft. They had worn thin from his grip. The ink was fading. It blurred into the white. He looked at the road. It stretched out. It was endless. He walked. The sun was high. It burned his neck. The air smelled of dust. It smelled of old bone. He adjusted his pack. It was heavy. It contained his life. It...

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