The Wistful Crossroads

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The rain did not fall so much as it dissolved, a grey mist that seeped into the pores of your skin and the iron rivets of the carriage, blurring the boundary between the solid world and the vapor of your own breath. You are Elias Thorne, a man whose hands are stained permanently with the black grease of the railway and the white chalk of the surveyor’s square, and you are leaving behind the...

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