The Wistful Crossroads

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Chapter One Could a house ever truly forgive a man who had let it rot? Tadhg Whelan stood in the hallway of the ancestral home, the air thick with the damp, metallic taste of old stone and older neglect, his fingers trembling against the cold surface of the doorframe as he tried to steady his breathing. The walls were not merely wet; they were weeping, a slow, viscous exudate of black ink that...

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