The Wistful Crossroads

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2026-08-20 08:47:24 -

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended curtain of grey mist that turned the valley into a drowned ghost of its former self, and I stood at the edge of the chasm where the old road had been, my boots sinking into the mud that smelled of rot and ancient iron, while the wind howled through the hollows of the oak trees with a voice that sounded strikingly like the one I...

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