The Wistful Crossroads

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Elara did not wake so much as she drifted up from a deep, violet sleep, her eyes opening to a ceiling that was not the plaster of her rented room in the dockside town of Oakhaven, but the swirling, bruised sky of a world that did not exist. She was standing in a field of black glass, and in the distance, a tree with branches made of frozen lightning stood alone, humming with a low, vibrating...

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