The Wistful Crossroads

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The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a fine, persistent mist that turned the iron railings of the estate into weeping wires. Arthur held the hilt of his sword, the leather grip slick with condensation and the cold sweat of a man who had run too far for too long. He stood in the center of the grand hall, a space that had once echoed with the laughter of a household now hollowed out by...

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