The Wistful Crossroads

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The storm is not coming, Elias. It is already here. October 14, 1924 The smell of the coastal village of Oakhaven is salt and rotting kelp, a pungency that clings to the wool of my coat and settles in the creases of my skin. I am leaving for the highlands to retrieve the last specimen of the ghost orchid, a plant that blooms only for the dying, and I do so with the desperate, singular focus of...

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