The Wistful Crossroads

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The rain in the city did not fall so much as it settled, a grey, persistent mist that clung to the brickwork of the old district and seeped into the marrow of anyone who stood beneath the eaves of the library. Elias Thorne stood there, his coat heavy with dampness, his hands tucked deep into pockets that held nothing but the cold. He was not a man who fit easily into the geometry of the modern...

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