The Wistful Crossroads

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The air tasted of iron and old rain. "You are late, Mr. Thorne," said the woman at the gate. Her voice was a dry leaf skittering across stone. "Traffic," Elias replied. He did not look at her. He looked at the sky, where the clouds moved in slow, deliberate sheets, like grey wool pulled across a window. "Traffic," she repeated. It was not a question. It was a verdict. He adjusted his bag. The...

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