The Wistful Crossroads

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He dreamed of water. Not the clear, cold water of the mountain springs he knew, but a thick, black sludge that oozed from the pipes beneath the floorboards. In the dream, he held a valve. It was brass. It was warm. He turned it. The sludge stopped. He woke to the sound of rain hammering the corrugated tin roof of the shed. The air smelled of wet iron and ozone. He was not human. Or rather, he...

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