The Wistful Crossroads

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, silver mist that coated the cobblestones of the courtyard in a sheen of wet, grey sorrow, and you stand at the edge of this impossible place, where the walls of the fortress bleed into the sky itself, knowing that the food they gave you, the dark, dense loaves of black bread that tasted of ash and iron, has begun to rot not from decay...

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