The Wistful Crossroads

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The brass fastener of the waistcoat had not tarnished in forty years, a small, circular sun of polished metal that reflected the dim gaslight of the archive room with a steady, unwavering clarity. It sat there, pinned to the chest of the grey wool coat that hung on the back of Professor Elias Thorne’s chair, a quiet sentinel in a space that smelled of decaying paper and the metallic tang of old...

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