The Wistful Crossroads

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The coughing fit seized Elias Thorne not with a whimper but with a violent, tearing shriek that seemed to rip from the marrow of his bones, sending a spray of dark, rust-colored phlegm onto the charred remains of his workbench. He stood in the center of what had been his laboratory, a space now reduced to a skeleton of blackened beams and the acrid, metallic taste of burnt sulfur, the air so...

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