The Wistful Crossroads

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The ink on the deed was still wet when you noticed it moving. It crawled across the parchment like a black beetle, tracing the border of the property line, erasing the name of the previous owner and writing in the name of Lord Ashworth. You pulled your hand back, the smell of iron and old paper sharp in your nose. The room was cold, the stone walls of the Ministry of Records sweating with a...

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