The Wistful Crossroads

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The fog did not lift. It thickened, turning the air in Oakhaven into a dense, gray soup that swallowed the spires of the church and the eaves of the cottages whole. Elias Thorne stood at the center of the market square, his hands trembling not from cold, but from the sheer weight of what he held. In his grip, wrapped in oilcloth that had long since stained with the rust of old iron, lay the...

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