The Wistful Crossroads

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Act I Why does the sand bleed? Lucia Caruso asked the question to the empty room, her voice cracking against the damp plaster of the parlor she had inherited out of spite. The air smelled of wet wool and the metallic tang of the canal water that had risen again, swallowing the lower steps of the house on thirty-one of Candlewick Row. Outside, the rain hammered the tin roof, a relentless...

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