The Wistful Crossroads

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The smell of burnt sugar filled the shop. It was thick. It was sweet. It was wrong. Elias stood behind the counter. The air was still. The clock ticked. One. Two. Three. He held the bottle. It was glass. It was brown. It was heavy. The liquid inside swirled. It was amber. It was dark. It moved like oil. It moved like smoke. "Is it ready?" The voice was low. It came from the back. Elias did not...

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