The Wistful Crossroads

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The ink on the deed was still wet when I realized the paper was trembling, not from the wind rattling the sash windows of the library, but from the way my own hand shook as I held the pen against the parchment. I had been walking for three days through the autumn mist that clung to the Scottish Highlands like a second skin, and the cold had settled into the joints of my fingers, making the fine...

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