The Wistful Crossroads

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended grey curtain that turned the world into a watercolor bleeding at the edges, blurring the sharp lines of the stone walls and the jagged teeth of the sky. Sergeant Elias Thorne sat in the center of the watch room, a space so small that the dampness of his uniform seemed to breathe against his skin, a constant, cold companion. He held the...

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