The Wistful Crossroads

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The mist did not roll in; it stood there, thick as wool and cold as iron, pressing against the face of the border stone. Elias wiped the grime from his hands on his tunic, the leather creaking in the damp air. He held the shard, the Wistful Crossroads, and felt the heat of it seep into his palm, a burn that did not blister but hollowed. He was a scribe, a man of ink and parchment, yet here he...

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