The Wistful Crossroads

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"You're late." The voice came from the dark. It was not a question. It was a fact, settled like dust on a shelf. "Traffic," I said. "Traffic does not stop for the dead." I stepped inside. The house was cold. It was always cold. The air smelled of wet stone and old paper. I am Thomas Bradshaw. I am a detective. Or I was. Before the fire. Before the mark. I looked at the figure by the window. It...

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