The Wistful Crossroads
You stand in the center of the Great Hall. The floor is cold. It is made of stone. The stone is worn. You look at the cracks. They are deep. They are old. The light is low. It comes from high windows. The air smells of dust. It smells of rain. It smells of time. You are here to find the truth. You are the Inquisitor. You have walked a long road. Your feet are sore. Your heart is heavy. You are...
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