The Wistful Crossroads

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The iron fence had collapsed by noon, a jagged rib of rusted metal biting into the soft earth of the valley floor where the old mill stood. It was a Tuesday in late October, the air thick with the scent of decaying leaves and coal smoke, and the sky was a bruised purple that suggested a storm had been waiting for hours to break. Elias, who was twelve and felt the weight of the world pressing...

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