The Wistful Crossroads

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The crossroads stood at the edge of the Yorkshire moors like a question no one had asked aloud for thirty years. Thomas Marlowe found it on a Tuesday in November, when the sky had turned the colour of old brass and the wind carried the scent of wet heather and distant rain. He had come to the village on an errand of inheritance, his aunt Constance's cottage which she had left him with...

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