The Wistful Crossroads

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The chisel slipped. It bit into the granite face of the Whispering Stone, sparks flying against the grey morning fog that clung to the valley floor of Oakhaven. I wiped the dust from my eyes, my knuckles raw and red, and looked at the fracture line. It was clean. Perfect. This was what I needed for the report. A natural anomaly. A geological oddity. Not a curse. I am Elias Thorne. I am...

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