The Wistful Crossroads

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The ink on the ledger had not yet dried when the first crack appeared, a hairline fracture running through the parchment like a vein of dried blood. Arthur Penhaligon sat in the high-backed chair of the Bureau of Anomalies, the heavy oak desk before him a fortress of red tape and silence. Outside, the London fog pressed against the leaded glass, a grey, industrial shroud that swallowed the...

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