The Wistful Crossroads

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The rain did not fall; it hung in the air, a thick, grey curtain that smelled of wet stone and old iron. You stood in the center of the crossroads, your boots sinking into the mud that had once been the courtyard of your father’s house. Around you, the world was silent, save for the rhythmic dripping from the eaves of the crumbling stone walls that enclosed the square. There were no people...

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