The Wistful Crossroads

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You hear it before you see it. The click. A sharp, dry sound, like a bone snapping in the dark. It comes from the pocket of your coat. You freeze. The rain in Millhaven does not fall; it hangs, a grey curtain soaked in coal dust and iron. You are standing on the corner of Blackthorn Lane, where the cobblestones are slick with algae and the gas lamps sputter. Your heart hammers against your...

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