The Wistful Crossroads

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The dream always started with the ink. It was not the black, viscous fluid of a standard fountain pen, but something thinner, colder, like liquid mercury mixed with ash. It seeped from the pores of my skin, tracing the lines of my veins until I looked less like a man and more like a schematic diagram of my own decay. I woke in the narrow bed of my cottage in Harrowgate, the sheets damp with a...

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