The Wistful Crossroads

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2026-08-19 23:33:42 -

The oak tree stood in the center of the courtyard, its roots cracking the stone pavers. It was old. It was dying. Elias sat beneath it. He held a small, smooth stone in his left hand. It was cold. It was heavy. It was the only thing he owned that was not paper. "Are you waiting for it to fall?" The voice came from the shadows of the colonnade. Thomas. Elias did not look up. "No. I am waiting...

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