The Wistful Crossroads

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"The frost is coming," said Elias, his voice thin in the cold air. "And with it, the forgetting." Thomas stood by the window of the university library. The glass was etched with old grime, obscuring the gray street below. He did not turn. He was a man of books, of ink and silence, of the careful preservation of the past. To him, the town of Oakhaven was a text to be edited, not a life to be...

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