The Wistful Crossroads

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Elias. The name hung in the air, cold and sharp. Thomas said it like a warning. It was three in the morning. The scaffolding swayed. We were forty feet up. The bell tower of Harrow’s End was a jagged tooth in the sky. It had been there for two hundred years. It was crumbling. I was crumbling too. My hands shook. The arthritis was a fire in the joints. It burned from the wrist to the elbow. I...

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