The Wistful Crossroads

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Act I Shadows in this port town did not obey the sun. Astrid Jensen knew this because she had watched them peel away from their owners, drifting like smoke from a cold hearth, to pool in the corners of the quarantine bench where she worked. The light in the asylum laundries was thin, a grey wash that made the white sheets look like old bones, and the steam from the boilers hung low, smelling of...

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