The Wistful Crossroads

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The woolen coat had not belonged to Thomas for three days, yet it still smelled of him, of the damp earth and the stale smoke of the hearth, a scent so potent it seemed to hang in the air like a physical weight, pressing against the inside of Elara’s skull until the boundaries between her own skin and the garment began to dissolve. She sat in the corner of the great hall, her knees drawn up to...

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