The Wistful Crossroads

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The pot is boiling, and the sound it makes is not the hiss of water but the low, resonant moan of a creature that has been held down for too long, a sound that vibrates through the thick stone floor of the cellar and up into your bones, a vibration that feels less like heat and more like a slow, inevitable erosion of the self, for you have been here, in this dark, damp place beneath the ancient...

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