The Wistful Crossroads

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The frost did not simply lie upon the windowpane; it invaded, a crystalline army marching inward from the cold dark of the night, fracturing the glass into a thousand jagged shards that caught the singular, trembling light of the kerosene lamp. Inside the watchtower, a structure of rotting wood and damp stone that smelled of old sweat and gun oil, Elias Thorne stood before the mirror. It was a...

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