The Wistful Crossroads

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The house stood in the valley like a broken tooth, its stone walls sweating with the moisture of centuries, its windows dark eyes that had seen too much and forgotten nothing. Inside, the air was thick, heavy with the scent of damp wool, stale candles, and the peculiar, sweet rot of over-ripe pears that lay in a bowl on the table, untouched and decaying. Professor Elias Thorne sat in the...

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