The Wistful Crossroads

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a grey curtain of mist that swallowed the cobblestones of Oakhaven whole, erasing the distinction between the earth and the sky. You stood at the center of the square, the weight of your iron-clad gauntlets heavy on your wrists, the metal cold and unyielding against the damp skin of your forearms. The town had gathered around you, not in fear, but in a...

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