The Wistful Crossroads

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The rain had been falling for three days. It drummed against the soot-stained windows of the textile mill. I stood by the ledger. The ink was wet. It blurred. My name was Arthur. I was the foreman. I watched the clock. The pendulum swung. It was a heavy brass thing. It ticked. The sound was a hammer blow. It hit my teeth. My boss, Mr. Halloway, walked in. He did not look at me. He looked at the...

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