The Wistful Crossroads

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The stain appeared on the Tuesday of the long week, a smudge of black soot in the corner of Elias Thorne’s ledger. It was not ink, for it did not smell of iron gall or carbon, but of wet earth and old blood. Elias rubbed at it with his thumb. The mark did not smear; it deepened. He looked up. The fluorescent lights of the Ministry of Records hummed their low, insectile drone, indifferent to the...

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