The Wistful Crossroads

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The morning mist hung low over the village of Oakhaven, a thick, gelatinous blanket that swallowed the stone cottages and the gnarled oaks until the world felt less like a place and more like a memory dissolving in water. Elias Thorne, a man whose face had become a topography of deep, furrowed lines mirroring the dry riverbeds of his own mind, sat at the heavy oak table in the center of the...

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