The Wistful Crossroads
One hundred and nine of the Bellfounders' Walk was the last place I expected to find the truth, or at least, that is where the map ended before the desert began, a line drawn in red ink on a chart that no longer matched the terrain. I am Eugene Yancey, and for twenty years I have carried the weight of a name that does not exist in any database, a ghost who killed my father while I was still...
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