The Wistful Crossroads

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The first strike of the hammer against the stone pedestal echoes like a bone breaking. You are Elara. You are twenty-four, and your hands are the hands of a woman of fifty. The knuckles are swollen, the skin papery and tight, trembling with a arthritis that should not have settled in you yet. In the village of Oakhaven, in the year of our Lord 1342, you are a weaver, and you are dying. Not from...

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