The Wistful Crossroads

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The sky split open. It did not tear. It peeled. Like old varnish from a ship’s hull, the firmament above the city of Oakhaven curled back to reveal a void that was not black, but a humming, bruised violet. Steam hissed from the gutters. The bells of St. Jude’s began to ring, but the sound arrived late, muffled, as if the air itself had thickened into gelatin. Elias Thorne stood on the...

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