The Wistful Crossroads

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The river did not flow so much as it remembered how to flow, a sluggish, amber vein of water that pulsed with the slow, heavy rhythm of a heart that had forgotten its purpose. Elias Thorne sat on the moss-eaten stone of the bridge, his hands wrapped around a cup of tea that had long since lost its heat, the ceramic rough against his calloused palms. He was a man of wood and grain, a carpenter...

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