The Wistful Crossroads
The iron chisel in your hand is cold, colder than the air in the vault, and the metal bites into the calluses of your palm as you press it against the obsidian seal. You are Elias Thorne, the senior warden of the Oren Valley border, and for three days you have been trying to secure the final knot of the ancient gate before the winter solstice, a task the High Council has mandated with a urgency...
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