The Wistful Crossroads
You are running. The mud sucks at your boots. It is cold. The rain is hard. It hits your face like gravel. You are wet. You are shivering. You do not stop. You cannot stop. The city is old. It is made of stone. The stones are dark. They glisten in the gloom. You know every crack. You know every shadow. This is your home. You left it long ago. You came back to die. No. You came back to live. But...
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