The Wistful Crossroads

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The bell did not ring. It hummed. A low, vibrating thrum that rose from the floorboards of the shop, traveling up through the soles of Elias’s worn boots, settling in the marrow of his bones. He stood before the mirror. The glass was not glass. It was a sheet of frozen water, dark and deep, reflecting not his face, but the face of the man he had been before the change. Elias was a tailor. Or he...

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