The Wistful Crossroads

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The rain had not stopped for nine days, and the water in the cellar of the old botanical institute was rising, inch by slow, sickening inch, against the foundation stones. You stand at the window, your hand resting on the cold glass, watching the gray curtain of mist that swallows the town of Oakhaven whole. It is a place where the boundaries between the living and the dead have always been...

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