The Wistful Crossroads

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2026-08-20 02:22:40 -

The rain did not fall so much as it seeped, a persistent, cold weeping that soaked into the very marrow of the stone walls of the old library, a place where the air hung heavy with the scent of rotting paper and the metallic tang of old blood. I sat in the corner, my back pressed against the damp wood of the shelving unit, watching the candle flicker in the draft that whistled through the...

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