The Wistful Crossroads

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The rain did not fall so much as it was exhaled by the sky, a thick, viscous mist that clung to the shingles of the Whitmore estate like a second skin, obscuring the view of the valley below until the house appeared to float in a void of grey water. Inside, the air was still, preserved in the amber of the afternoon, smelling of beeswax, old paper, and the metallic tang of the illness that had...

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