The Wistful Crossroads

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The iron gate is already broken when you arrive, the hinges sheared off by a force that was not mechanical but something older, something that smelled of wet earth and copper, and you stand in the mud of the King’s old courtyard, your boots sinking into the sludge as the rain begins to fall, a cold, persistent drizzle that soaks through your coat and chills the bone, while the great oak tree at...

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