The Wistful Crossroads

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The iron broke. It did not snap with a sound. It simply ceased to hold. Caleb stood in the white void. The floor was not stone. It was mist. Thick and cold. It swirled around his ankles. He looked down. His hands were bare. The chain was gone. Or rather, the chain was him. The links were fused to his skin. They were his bones now. He was the Warden. He was the Wall. The Order had built him....

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