The Wistful Crossroads

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The stone bled before Elias Thorne had even drawn his sword, a slow, viscous weeping of black ichor that trickled down the face of the Weeping Spire, staining the ancient white masonry with the color of old bruises. He stood at the base of the fortress, the wind tearing at his cloak, the year 1348 pressing in on him with the weight of a shroud, and he felt the specific, cold hunger of the place...

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