The Wistful Crossroads
The war drums echo from the valley, a rhythmic thud that vibrates in your teeth. You are Elias, a clockmaker, and you are forty years old. Your hands are shaking, but you keep them steady as you pack the workshop. You need to save Mara. She is dying of a fever that no doctor can name, her skin burning with a heat that seems to radiate from her bones. The invading army has burned the bridge,...
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