The Wistful Crossroads

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The iron line hums against the stone, a low, tectonic groan that vibrates through the soles of your boots and settles deep in the marrow of your shins. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-four years old, and your knuckles are white as bone where they grip the hilt of your sword, the metal cold and slick with the condensation of the Grey Breath that presses against the outer wall like a living lung....

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