The Wistful Crossroads

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Elara, stop right there. The voice came from the porch, low and gravelly, cutting through the damp air of the valley. Thomas Bradshaw stood in the doorway of his cottage, his silhouette framed by the flickering hearthlight, holding a lantern that cast long, jagged shadows across the cobblestones. He did not raise the light. He did not need to. Everyone in Oakhaven knew the weight of his word,...

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