The Wistful Crossroads

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The fog in the city of Oakhaven did not roll in so much as it settled, a heavy, gray wool that suffocated the cobblestones and swallowed the gaslights whole. It was a damp, persistent thing, the kind that found its way into the marrow and stayed there, much like the debt that bound Elias Thorne to the mill. Elias stood at the edge of the river, his hands stained not with ink or soil, but with...

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