The Wistful Crossroads
The iron key bites into the lock, and the mechanism groans under the strain of rust and winter. You are Eamon, thirty-two, a border warden in the ancient, fog-choked keep of Kilmara. You want to survive the winter garrison and keep your post, but the first sign of opposition is the arrival of the new Inspector, a man who views your loyalty as treason. The uncanny element is the Singing Stone, a...
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