The Wistful Crossroads

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The rain did not fall; it descended like a judgment, a gray curtain that blurred the boundary between the stone walls of the Citadel and the mist that swallowed the valley below. Captain Elias Thorne stood at the threshold of the Great Hall, his hand resting on the hilt of a sword that had not tasted blood in a decade. He was not a young man. The years had carved deep channels around his eyes...

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