The Wistful Crossroads

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The train did not so much arrive at the station of St. Jude’s as it exhaled into it, a long, rattling sigh of steam and iron that settled over the cobblestones like a grey shroud, and Eleanor Whitmore stepped down onto the platform with the careful, measured precision of a woman navigating a labyrinth of her own making, her hand resting on the small, leather-bound case that clung to her hip, a...

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