The Wistful Crossroads

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Chapter One The salt pans of Skye stretched out under a sky bruised with the threat of afternoon thunder, a vast, white expanse where the air tasted of iron and brine, and the workers moved in slow, rhythmic lines, their boots sinking into the wet crust as they harvested the day’s yield. It was a place of hard labor and harder silence, where the only sound was the scrape of wooden rakes against...

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