The Wistful Crossroads

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The rain had not ceased for three days, a persistent, gray curtain that turned the cobblestones of the village square into a mirror reflecting the weeping faces of the sentries, and in the damp cellar of the old manor house, beneath the floorboards that smelled of rot and ancient iron, Sir Elias Thorne sat with his hands bound in silk that did not break, listening to the heavy, rhythmic thud of...

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