The Wistful Crossroads

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray drizzle that turned the cobblestones of the district into slick, dark mirrors reflecting the low-hanging fog, and Sergeant Elias Thorne stood at the entrance of the old municipal archive, his hands trembling not from the cold but from the rhythmic, dull throb of a headache that seemed to originate deep within the bone structure of his...

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