The Wistful Crossroads

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2026-08-23 12:23:58 -

The fog in Oakhaven does not roll in so much as it settles, a heavy, gray blanket that presses against the windowpanes of the old stone houses and seeps into the joints of the floorboards, carrying with it the smell of damp wool and old money. You are Mara, thirty-two years old, and your hands are perpetually stained with the chemical bite of floor cleaner, the knuckles swollen and red from the...

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