The Wistful Crossroads

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The fever broke in the small hours, not with a shattering of ice but with the slow, terrifying thaw of a glacier, and Eamon Vane lay in the center of the circular room, his body a map of burning lines that pulsed in time with the stone floor beneath him. He had been here for three days, or perhaps three centuries, for time in the Hollow had lost its linear spine and curled into a single,...

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