The Wistful Crossroads

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The mist in the valley of Oakhaven did not drift; it pooled, thick and grey as old wool, settling into the cracks of the cobblestones where Elias Thorne sat with his hands wrapped around a mug of cold tea. Across from him, Julian, his apprentice of three years, leaned forward, his eyes bright with a fervor that Elias recognized all too well as the fever of a man who believed he had found a...

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