The Wistful Crossroads

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The sky did not break; it shattered. It was a sound less like thunder and more like the snapping of a colossal bone, a wet, tearing crack that echoed from the heavens down into the marrow of the earth. Then came the rain, not water but a silver, metallic mist that hissed against the cobblestones of the town square. In the center of the square stood the Hall of Records, a structure of grey stone...

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