The Wistful Crossroads

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The letter sat on the desk, the ink still wet and black as a bruise. "Elias," I wrote, my hand trembling not from the cold but from the sheer, physical weight of the lie I was about to commit. "The harvest is here. The barley stands high and golden, waiting for your hands. Come home before the frost takes it, before the world takes you." I sealed the envelope with wax that had turned brittle in...

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