The Wistful Crossroads

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The banquet hall smelled of roasted goose and old stone. It was a heavy scent, thick in the air, clinging to the wool coats of the guests. They stood in clusters near the fireplace, their faces lit by the flickering orange glow. The room was crowded. Too crowded. The air was still, yet it vibrated with a low, hum. It was a sound only some could hear. A frequency just below the threshold of...

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