The Wistful Crossroads

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The steam tasted of iron and old sweat, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat before I had even opened my eyes. I woke on the cold stone floor of the cellar, the damp seeping through my trousers, my hands white-knuckled around the leather apron that had belonged to my father. It was not merely heavy; it was dense, a solid mass of guilt that seemed to pull at the marrow of my bones....

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