The Wistful Crossroads

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The bell rang at dawn. It did not chime. It screamed. A ragged, tearing sound that split the silence of the valley like a wound in the air. I sat up. The straw was cold. The stone floor was colder. "Up," said the voice in the dark. "Up, Thomas. The fire is hungry." I knew that voice. It was my own, though it came from the shadows behind the door. Or perhaps it was the wind. The wind in this...

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