Crossmire
Crossmire sits at three worn roads and a ferry landing where travelers pause, trade tales, or disappear into the fog; its lanterns burn long and its church bell tolls without hands, drawing both the living and the restless dead into an uneasy coexistence.
Crossmire
A crossroads village where fog remembers the dead.
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