The Wistful Crossroads

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The road was wet. You walked. Mud sucked at your boots. Heavy. So heavy. You carried the basket. It was empty. But it felt full. Full of silence. Full of the weight of the air. The castle loomed. Stone teeth. Gray sky. You were small. So small. You were ten. You were a child. But you felt old. Old bones. Old eyes. You looked up. The tower. High. Higher. The gate was closed. Iron. Rusted. You...

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