The Wistful Crossroads

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The road to Oakhaven was a ribbon of red clay, slick with the morning mist. Elara walked it. Her boots were heavy. Her heart was heavier. She carried a basket on her hip. Inside lay the bread. Inside lay the lie. The village sat in the valley, a collection of stone and timber huddled against the winter chill. Smoke rose from the chimneys in thin, gray threads. It looked peaceful. It looked...

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