The Wistful Crossroads

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Ylva Dahl’s hands moved through the dough, pressing the air out until the black mass was dense as iron. The forge in the corner ticked, a cold rhythm against the wind that scoured the moor. She did not stop. The grain was stolen, hidden in the wool of the saddle blanket draped over her shoulder, and the weight of it pressed into her spine like a second vertebra. Outside, the lake ice cracked, a...

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