The Wistful Crossroads

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I The heat shimmer on the road turned the distant pines into a trembling sea of beetle-kill brown, a landscape stripped to the bone by the season’s cruelty, while in the village below, the tithe barn groaned under the weight of owed grain. The air smelled of wet straw and the metallic tang of the war levy, a debt that pressed against every chest in the rice valley like a physical weight. I am...

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