The Wistful Crossroads

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The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the high, arched windows of the administrative office on the fourth floor of the Meridian Mill, a rhythmic pounding that sounded less like weather and more like the heartbeat of the building itself. Elias Thorne sat at his desk. The wood was scarred by decades of ink spills and coffee rings, a palimpsest of minor accidents. He was a...

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