The Wistful Crossroads

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The jar held four ounces of black earth. Elias measured it out with a silver spoon, the metal cold against his thumb. He counted the grains as they fell into the bowl of broth. One for the fever. Two for the cough. Three for the silence that was taking root in his brother’s chest. Thomas sat on the edge of the cot, his eyes fixed on the stone wall, his lips moving without sound. The infirmary...

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