The Wistful Crossroads

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The crate sat on the table, heavy and cold, its lid sealed with wax that had cracked in the cold. You held it, feeling the weight of the grain inside, a solid block of survival against the coming winter. Outside, the mist pressed against the windows of the depot in Oakhaven, a thick, grey fog that smelled of wet wool and rot. You were Elias, thirty-two, a border warden, and your hands were...

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