The Wistful Crossroads

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Elara. The name was not a summons but a verdict, spoken by the damp stone itself as it pressed against your back, a cold weight that settled into the marrow of your spine. You were thirty-two years old, and in the cellar of the Ashworth Manor, where the air hung thick with the sweet, cloying rot of fallen apples and the slow, rhythmic throb of the ancient wisteria vines coiling around the...

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