The Wistful Crossroads

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In the dream, the walls breathed. Thomas Ashworth stood in the center of the vaulted stone chamber, the air thick with the scent of damp wool and old blood, his hands trembling not from cold but from the terrible, humming weight of the object he clutched against his chest. It was a mirror, or perhaps a window, or perhaps simply a hole in the world that had been left open by careless gods; it...

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