The Wistful Crossroads

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The boiler wasn’t supposed to sound like a dying lung, a wet, rattling exhalation that vibrated through the floorboards and into the soles of Elias’s boots, but it had been making that noise for three weeks, a sound that matched the rhythm of the rust-colored sap weeping from the baseboards in the east wing. Elias wiped the grease from his palm onto his trousers, the fabric already stiff with...

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