The Wistful Crossroads

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The fog rolled into Harrowgate not as a wall, but as a living breath. It exhaled from the river, thick and gray, swallowing the brick facades of the industrial town one by one. It smelled of wet wool and iron filings. Elias stood on the dock, his hands trembling against the cold wood. He was an immigrant, a man who had crossed an ocean to escape the silence of his old life, only to find a...

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