The Wistful Crossroads

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The rain hits the cobblestones with a sound like bone breaking. You are wet to the skin, your coat plastered to your ribs, and the mud of the lower city clings to your boots like a second soul. You are not alone. Beside you, barely a foot away, stands a figure in a hooded cloak. It is your sister, Elara. Or it is a mirror. Or it is the part of you that you have spent ten years trying to kill....

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