The Wistful Crossroads

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The jar sat on the steel table, a squat cylinder of glass that held not honey, nor jam, but a thick, viscous fluid the color of bruised plums, swirling with a slow, deliberate malice. It was a drug, or a food, or perhaps both, a sustenance designed for the soul rather than the body, and it sat there with the quiet arrogance of a thing that knew it was about to break. Silas Vane watched it from...

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