The Wistful Crossroads

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The town of Oakhaven did not sleep; it merely held its breath, a long, suspended exhalation that settled into the fog clinging to the cobblestones and the rusted ironwork of the gas lamps. In the year 1892, when the air tasted of coal smoke and impending winter, Arthur Pemberton stood at the head of his desk, his hands resting on the surface of mahogany so polished it reflected the trembling...

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