The Wistful Crossroads

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The steel trowel in Elias’s hand was heavy, its handle worn smooth by his father’s grip before it was his own. He pressed it against the crumbling plaster of the east wall, feeling the give of the rot beneath the surface. The house groaned. It was a low sound, felt more in the teeth than heard by the ears, a subsonic thrum that vibrated through the floorboards and up into his bones. Elias wiped...

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