The Wistful Crossroads

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The storm broke at noon. It did not build; it simply arrived, a wall of gray silence that swallowed the town of Oakhaven. The wind howled through the eaves of the old library, shaking the dust from the ceiling beams. Inside, Silas Thorne sat at his desk. He was a small man, bent by years of hunching over ledgers and case files. His eyes were sharp, but his body was failing. A cough rattled in...

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