The Wistful Crossroads

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The house breathed. That was the only way Elias could describe it. A slow, rhythmic expansion and contraction of the timber frame, a sigh that moved through the walls of the Blackwood Manor like a pulse. He sat in the study, a room that had once held maps of continents now lost to the sea, and watched the dust motes dance in the single beam of afternoon light. The light was thin. It cut through...

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