The Wistful Crossroads

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2026-08-20 08:03:30 -

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobbled lanes of Oakhaven into a mirror of grey water that reflected the weeping willows and the low, slate roofs of the shops I had once owned, now shuttered against a future I had chosen to leave behind. I walked with the heavy, rhythmic gait of a man who carries his own history in the soles of his boots, the leather slick and dark,...

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