The Ashes of Whitehill
Wilfred Hawthorne woke from three days of fever and found the world had changed. Not the world itself—the wallpaper was the same yellowed damask, the ceiling crack was still shaped like a broken sword, the smell of camphor and boiled flannel hung in the air as it always had. But Wilfred was different. When he opened his eyes, he saw things he had never seen before. Not with his eyes, precisely....
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