The Wistful Crossroads

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The dream was a river of black water, cold and thick as tar, and in it swam the face of his wife, Elspeth, her eyes wide and white, mouth open in a silent scream that no sound could fill. Waking, Thomas Bradshaw found his own breath hitching in his throat, the air in the small stone chamber of the watchtower stale and tasting of damp wool and old iron. He lay still for a long moment, listening...

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