The Wistful Crossroads

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The fog rolls in off the moor, a thick, gray wool that erases the horizon and swallows the world whole, leaving you suspended in a silence so profound it feels like a physical weight pressing against your eardrums. You are standing at the edge of the village of Oakhaven, or what is left of it, a place that exists in the interstitial spaces of time and memory, where the cobblestones are slick...

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