The Wistful Crossroads

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2026-08-20 14:12:50 -

The fog did not roll in so much as it was poured, a thick, creamy suspension of moisture that swallowed the edges of the garden until only the stone circle remained visible, a perfect, cold geometry of gray against the white. I stood in the center of it, my breath shallow, my hands clasped tightly behind my back, feeling the familiar, icy prickle of the air against the nape of my neck. It was a...

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