The Wistful Crossroads

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The ledger was open. The ink was wet. Thomas Bradshaw held his breath, the quill trembling in a hand that had once carved oak with surgical precision but now shook with the palsy of hunger. "You are behind on the rent," the Foreman said. The voice was flat, devoid of warmth. It was the voice of a machine processing data, not a man addressing a peer. "I know," Thomas whispered. His voice...

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