The Wistful Crossroads

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In the hollow of Sir Aldric’s right hand, the iron key was cold, its teeth worn smooth by decades of use, a small, heavy thing that felt less like a tool and more like a bone pulled from the earth. He stood before the oak door of his brother’s manor, the wood blackened by damp and time, while the mist that had swallowed the surrounding valley curled around his greaves with a persistence that...

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