The Wistful Crossroads

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The town of Oakhaven did not sleep. It hummed. A low, thrumming vibration that lived in the floorboards and the bones of the old elm trees that lined the main square. It was a time without clocks, a perpetual dusk where the streetlamps burned with a pale, sickly light and the air tasted of copper and wet wool. Here, the air was thick with the scent of roasted chestnuts and impending doom. Elias...

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