The Wistful Crossroads

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Osman Polat’s left hand shook, the bone fragments inside glowing a faint, sickly blue against the dark of the cabin. He was thirty-two, and the weight of the sealed decree in his right pocket felt heavier than the rifle he had carried for a decade. The sleet hammered against the windows, blurring the pine land outside into a gray smear, the trees gone to beetle kill, their needles falling in...

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