The Wistful Crossroads

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Elias, you’re bleeding on the carpet, Mara said, her voice flat and thin as the paper towel she pressed against my mouth. I was fifty-four years old, and the taste of my own blood was copper and old pennies, a flavor I had known for twenty years in the warden’s office, but this was different, this was the end of the line. I wanted to leave, I wanted to prove to Halloway that the Blackwood...

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