The Wistful Crossroads

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The rain fell on the cobblestones of Vellum, a city built not on earth but on the backs of sleeping giants. It was a high, thin rain that tasted of iron and old dust. Elias stood at the edge of the Great Chasm, his hands trembling against the wet railing. He was a man of few words, a keeper of the city’s silence. For twenty years, he had maintained the wards. He had paid the toll. Now, the toll...

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