The Wistful Crossroads

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The map is wrong, Herbert. The ink on the northern ridge is bleeding into the fog, and you are bleeding with it. Herbert Blackwood did not look up from the parchment spread across the table, his fingers stained with the same soot that coated the brickwork of the archive. He was a man of thirty-two years, though the hollows beneath his eyes suggested he had seen more decades than the town of...

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