The Wistful Crossroads

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Nils Kvist remembered the sound of the forge before he saw the smoke, a rhythmic hammering that seemed to come from inside his own chest. He stood at the edge of the peat cut, the wind biting through his coat, and looked back at the fishing station where the winter was already waiting. The last fine weekend had ended, and with it, the illusion that he could still control the map. He had wanted...

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