The Wistful Crossroads

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, grey mist that tasted of iron and wet wool, clinging to the windows of the moving train like a ghost that refused to let go. Inside the compartment, the air was thick with the scent of damp tobacco and the metallic tang of fear, a smell that Elias Thorne had come to associate with the end of things, or perhaps the beginning of a...

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