The Wistful Crossroads

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The rain fell in sheets of iron. It hammered the slate roof of the Blackwood Estate, a sound like a thousand small drums being beaten by angry gods. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood at the window. He did not look out. He looked at his own reflection. The face was old. The hands were shaking. They were not the hands of a soldier. They were the hands of a man who had forgotten how to hold a rifle...

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