The Wistful Crossroads

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The air in the town of Oakhaven tasted of copper and wet ash, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat and settled deep in the lungs of everyone who dared to breathe the industrial dawn. We had gathered in the grand hall of the old textile mill, the one that had once employed half the county before the looms fell silent, but now it served as a monument to our collective exhaustion. The...

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