The Wistful Crossroads

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"You can't stay here, Thomas. The house is bleeding." My hands were shaking. Not from cold, though the November wind was cutting through the heavy wool of my coat. I shook because I was afraid of the floor. It was sweating. A thin, iridescent sheen of black fluid was seeping up through the cracks in the hardwood, pooling around the legs of the dining table. "Put your coffee down, Margaret," I...

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