The Wistful Crossroads

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The sky broke open above the mill town of Oakhaven not with rain, but with ash. It fell in a grey snow that smelled of sulfur and burnt sugar, coating the cobblestones in a layer of fine, choking dust. The air tasted of copper. Margaret stood on the porch of the small house she shared with her husband, Elias, and watched the world turn to charcoal. The wind did not blow; it hissed. It was a...

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