The Wistful Crossroads

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2026-08-18 13:41:56 -

The house stood on the ridge like a broken tooth. It was not a grand estate. It was a structure of stone and slate, built into the side of the hill where the ground dropped away into the mist. I knew every crack in its foundation. I knew the way the wind screamed through the gap in the north gable. I knew the smell of the damp earth that seeped through the floorboards. I was part of it. Or it...

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