The Wistful Crossroads

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The gate of the Citadel of Ashworth opened with a groan that sounded like a dying beast, its iron hinges screaming against the rusted stone, a sound you have come to know as the voice of your own confinement. You step out onto the cobblestones of the lower city, the air thick with the scent of coal smoke and damp wool, a sensory assault that feels less like freedom and more like a physical blow...

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