The Wistful Crossroads

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The mist in Oakhaven does not merely obscure the world; it eats it, softening the edges of the houses and the faces of the people until everything feels like a memory of a memory. I am Elara, thirty-two years old, a botanist whose fingers have begun to ache with a dull, persistent throb that no amount of warming salve can silence, and I am watching the Singing Fern in its terrarium with a...

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