The Wistful Crossroads

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The mist clung to the stone. It was cold. Bone cold. I walked the corridor. My boots scuffed the flagstones. Dust motes danced in the shaft of light. High above, the vaulted ceiling vanished into shadow. I am the Inquisitor. My name is Elias. I wear the grey robes of the Order. My hands are steady. My mind is sharp. I seek the truth. Truth is a blade. It cuts. It reveals. It destroys. I was...

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