The Wistful Crossroads

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The ink had dried on the ledger, but the smell of the varnish still hung in the air of the workshop, a thick, cloying scent that seemed to seep into the pores of my skin. I stood by the window, watching the rain streak down the glass of the shop on 4th Street, the droplets racing each other toward the gutter like fleeing souls. Outside, the city of Oakhaven hummed with the low, persistent...

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