The Wistful Crossroads

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The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it seeped, a persistent, gray weeping that turned the cobblestones into mirrors of the sky and the air into a heavy, wet wool that clung to the skin. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood in the center of the square, his back to the ancient fountain, watching the water cycle endlessly through its stone basin. He was a man carved from the same durable, silent...

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