The Wistful Crossroads

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The ink was already fading before you had finished your first prayer, a slow bleed of violet into the parchment that mirrored the bruising on your own knuckles. You stood in the center of the Shifting Fen, a place where the mist did not clear but thickened, swallowing the horizon and the sky in equal measure. It was a medieval landscape in its bones, though the age felt less like a period and...

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