The Wistful Crossroads

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The rain did not fall here; it hung. It suspended itself in the air like a curtain of wet glass, blurring the edges of the stone keep until the world outside the window was a smear of grey and green. I stood in the center of the courtyard, my hands bound by iron bands that bit into the skin of my wrists. The metal was cold. It was a specific kind of cold, the kind that seeped through bone and...

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