The Wistful Crossroads

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The ink seeped from the pores of Arthur Vane’s left hand as he pressed his thumb against the coal seam, the dark liquid spreading across the grey stone like a bruise forming in fast-forward. He wiped it on his trousers, the wool soaking up the black, but the bleeding did not stop; it pulsed in time with his heart, a steady, rhythmic oozing that defied the cold of the shaft. Arthur had worked...

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