The Wistful Crossroads

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The water came in through the door before it came through the walls, a thick, cold slush that smelled of wet wool and old copper, and I heard my name shouted from the street by Mrs. Gable, her voice thin and reedy, calling Elias, Elias, as if I were a dog who had wandered off the leash, but I was already knee-deep in the rising silt, reaching for the chalice. It was a Tuesday, the kind of grey,...

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