The Wistful Crossroads

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The clay face did not blink. It simply tilted, a slow, wet rotation of the head, as if the man inside were struggling to remember how to look. Elias Thorne stood in the alley, the rain slicking his uniform until it clung to his ribs like a second skin. He gripped the ceramic vial in his left hand, the knuckles white, the black liquid inside sloshing with a sound that was not liquid, but the...

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