The Wistful Crossroads

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The rain had stopped, leaving the cobblestones of the lane slick and dark, reflecting the pale moonlight in long, trembling ribbons that seemed to reach out toward the house. Elias Thorne stood at the threshold, his boots heavy with the mud of the valley, and watched the way the wet air clung to the old stone walls of his father’s estate. He was a man who sought order in the chaos of the world,...

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