The Wistful Crossroads

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The ice came first. It did not fall. It rose. From the cellar, from the floorboards, from the marrow of the old house, a white cold climbed the stairs like a slow, silent army. It smelled of iron and old blood. It smelled of the earth turning over. Elias stood in the hall. His hands were steady. They were always steady. He wore the gray wool of the wardens. It was the only thing that fit. The...

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