The Wistful Crossroads

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The bells did not ring for the hour. They rang for the soul. I heard them first. A low, bronze hum. It vibrated in the marrow of my shin bones. I was standing by the window. The glass was cold. It was thick. It was old. "Thomas," a voice said. It was not a voice. It was a memory of a voice. I turned. The room was empty. The dust motes danced. They danced in the shaft of light. The light was...

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