The Wistful Crossroads

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The first nail I pulled from the hallway floorboard bled black sap. I stared at the drop, dark and viscous, pooling in the grain of the oak. It did not dry. It sat there, a small, bruised eye watching me. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two, and I have been a carpenter for twenty years, but I have never seen wood weep. The house was my father’s, a Victorian box of rot and memory in the hills of...

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