The Wistful Crossroads

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The weight of the stone was forty-two pounds, exactly the mass of his own left hand, and it had been growing by an ounce every hour since dawn. Elias stood at the center of the crossroads in Oren, the rain slicking the gravel under his boots, his fingers locked in a rigid, grey fist that mirrored his own face in the wet rock. He wanted to break it before the sun set, a deadline that felt less...

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