The Wistful Crossroads

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The rain did not fall so much as it stood, a grey curtain of static that hung between the cobblestones of the village square and the high, windowless walls of the Archive, and it was there, standing in that damp suspension, that Elias Vane realized with a sudden, sickening clarity that he had left the only thing he had ever truly loved behind in the library’s deepest vault, wrapped in oilcloth...

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