The Wistful Crossroads

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The mud of the borderlands did not just soak; it swallowed, a thick, anaerobic paste that pulled at Elias Thorne’s boots with the tenacious grip of a dying man’s hand. He stood knee-deep in the slurry, his uniform heavy with water and the scent of rot, staring at the river that cut through the valley like a vein of black oil. The water ran thick and dark, a viscous flow that the locals called...

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