The Wistful Crossroads
The Ashen Road does not forgive the feet that walk it, nor the minds that wander upon it. You have been walking for three days, and the low, grinding hum that rises from the compacted earth is no longer a sound you hear with your ears but a vibration that settles in the marrow of your bones. You are Elias, a penitent monk of no particular order, and you are forty years old, though the road has...
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