The Wistful Crossroads

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The fog did not roll in; it stood up, a solid wall of grey wool that smelled of wet ash and old pennies. Elara stood at the edge of the Market Square, her fingers digging into the rough leather strap of her satchel. She was a weaver of tapestries, a trade that required patience and a steady hand, but tonight her hands trembled. The loom was silent in her mind, replaced by the rhythmic, heavy...

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