The Wistful Crossroads

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2026-08-19 17:42:25 -

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended gray mist that smelled of wet iron and old rot, clinging to the brickwork of the station like a second skin. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the platform, his back to the tracks, his hands resting on the cold iron railing. He was a man carved from the same heavy, damp earth as the town itself, a customs officer whose uniform had...

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