The Crossroads at Midnight
The road splits three ways. Under the old elm stands a man in a grey cloak; his lantern burns steady, though the wind bends the grass to the ground.
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Take the stranger’s handTurn back homeThe road splits three ways, and not one signpost can still be read. Under the old elm stands a man in a grey cloak; his lantern burns steady, though the wind bends the grass to the ground.
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