The Wistful Crossroads

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The rain hit the tin roof like gravel. I stood by the window. My hands shook. Not from cold. From fear. "Come in, Maggie," said old Silas. He sat in the corner. His chair creaked. "You’re shaking the whole house." I didn’t answer. I looked at the water on the glass. It ran down. Streaks. Like tears. But I wasn’t crying. I was angry. "You’re late," Silas said. He held a pipe. Unlit. "The others...

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