The Wistful Crossroads

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2026-08-20 15:04:08 -

The rain fell in sheets, cold and sharp against the stone. Elias stood on the precipice. The wind howled. It tore at his coat. He held the ledger tight. His knuckles were white. The book was heavy. It was the weight of everything. Below, the valley churned. Mist swirled like ghosts. The town of Oakhaven lay hidden. He could not see the lights. He could not hear the voices. There was only the...

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