The Wistful Crossroads

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The fog did not roll in. It rose from the black soil of the cornfields, thick and cold, smelling of wet iron and rotting leaves. Thomas Ashworth stood at the center of the field. He was a man of fifty, his uniform gray and frayed at the cuffs, the brass buttons tarnished by years of sweat and silence. He held a rifle that felt like an extension of his own bone. The weapon was heavy. It was...

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