The Wistful Crossroads

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The ferry crossing was a gray smear in the mist, and Celeste Soileau remembered the cold of that water long before her hands had finished their work. She stood in the kitchen of the house on forty-two of Corvid Lane, the air thick with the damp heat that rose from the river floor, where the month the water smelled of the sea had turned the air into a physical weight pressing against the...

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