The Wistful Crossroads

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2026-08-18 05:05:55 -

The ink on the ledger did not dry so much as it sank, eating into the paper like a rust that would not stop spreading, and I stood before the desk in the dim, coal-smoke heavy office of the Blackwood Mill, feeling the weight of my own reflection pressing against the glass of the window pane behind me, a dark shape that seemed to move independently of my limbs, a shadow that had grown legs and...

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