The Wistful Crossroads

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The feast was loud. It was a sound that had no end. The tables stretched out into the dark. The candles burned high. They did not flicker. The air smelled of roast meat and old wood. It smelled of dust. It smelled of time. Mara sat at the head of the table. She wore a red dress. The fabric was heavy. It weighed on her shoulders. It weighed on her soul. Around her neck hung a necklace. It was...

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