The Wistful Crossroads

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The fog was not merely weather; it was a living, breathing entity that pressed against the glass of the carriage windows, erasing the world beyond the rails. You sat in the corner, your hands folded tightly in your lap, the knuckles white beneath the skin. You are a warrior, or so the town has come to believe, a man of steel and silence who carries a weight that no other can bear. But you know...

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