The Wistful Crossroads

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Sabine’s hands were already black when the ink turned to blood. I The scribe worked on the final page of the chronicle, her quill scratching against the vellum with a sound like dry bones breaking. The year was 1347, and the plague was already knocking at the village gates, a wet, rhythmic pounding that matched the lorry reversing in the distance, a sound that had never stopped since the flood....

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