The Wistful Crossroads

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The fire did not start with a spark. It started with a scream, a sound so raw and guttural it tore the throat of the night open. It began in the stone bones of the old chapel on the hill, a place where the mortar was mixed with the blood of saints and the dust of centuries. Elara stood on the precipice, her hands trembling not from the cold, but from the terrible weight of what she had just...

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