The Wistful Crossroads

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The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey mist that clung to the windows of the faculty office with the tenacity of a dying memory, blurring the boundary between the sterile interior of the university and the wild, uncharted world beyond the glass. Professor Elias Thorne stood with his back to the door, his hands clasped behind a spine that had begun to curve under the...

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