The Wistful Crossroads

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The fog came in thick that night. It smelled of wet wool and coal smoke. Elias stood at the window. He did not move. He watched the streetlights blur into yellow ghosts. The city of Ashwick was sleeping, or pretending to. It was a city of iron and soot, of clanking trams and heavy boots. He turned away from the glass. His wife, Sarah, was in the next room. He could hear her breathing. It was...

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