The Wistful Crossroads

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The rain did not fall so much as it settled, a grey, heavy silence that pressed against the windowpanes of your tower room. You sat in the dark, the only light coming from the dying embers of the hearth, watching the ash drift like the bones of old men. Your sword, a heavy thing of folded steel and ancient grievance, lay across your lap. It was not a weapon of war, you knew that now. It was a...

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