The Wistful Crossroads

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The feast was a thing of stone and shadow. You sat at the head of the long oak table, the wood cold against your thighs, and the candlelight did not warm you. It only illuminated the dust motes dancing in the air, a billion tiny lives burning out in silence. The hall was filled with the lords of the valley, their armor clinking softly as they shifted, their voices low and thick with the wine...

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