The Wistful Crossroads

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The stone under Thomas Bradshaw’s fingers was cold, damp, and indifferent. He ground the dried hemlock into a grey paste, the mortar screeching against the pestle in a rhythm that had beaten in his ears for three years. His hands trembled, not from fear, but from the crushing weight of the debt his father, Elias Bradshaw, had left behind. The uncanny rule of the Abbey was strict and absolute:...

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