The Wistful Crossroads

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"Give me the token, or I break the glass." Chapter One‌⁠⁠‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‍‌‍‍⁠‌‌‌⁠‌⁠⁠‍‍⁠‌‌‍‍‍‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌⁠‌‌‍‍‌⁠ I was twelve when the fog took the harbor chains, leaving only the sound of pulleys groaning in the dark. My mother’s cough was a dry rattle, like a mouse dying in the walls. I held the cracked mirror, its surface alive with a whisper that promised truth for the price...

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