The Wistful Crossroads

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2026-08-22 16:01:24 -

The river did not flow so much as it remembered, shifting its course every night like a dreamer turning in sleep. You stood on the muddy bank, your boots sinking into the silt, watching the water pull away from the stone markers you had placed with such precise, arrogant care. The fog was thick, a white shroud that erased the horizon and made the town of Oakhaven seem less like a place and more...

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