The Wistful Crossroads

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2026-08-22 13:52:03 -

The bell in the steeple did not ring. It hung there, a dull tongue of iron, silent against the gray sky. I sat in my study, the fire dying in the grate, and watched the ash settle. The wind outside was a living thing. It clawed at the shutters. It sought entry. I knew it wanted in. I had always known. My name is Elias. I am old. My hands shake when I reach for the quill, but the mind remains...

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