The Wistful Crossroads

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The iron gate groaned. It was a sound like a bone snapping. Thomas stood before it. His hands shook. The cold bit into his knuckles. He wore the gray robe. It smelled of damp wool and old sweat. Behind him, the shadow of the abbey stretched long and black across the frost. "Open it," he whispered. The gate did not move. "Thomas!" The voice was sharp. It cut through the silence. He turned....

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