The Wistful Crossroads
The harvest festival had been a riot of color and noise, the air thick with the scent of roasting chestnuts and spilled cider, but for young Elias Thorne, the evening had ended in a quiet, damp alley behind the tannery where he worked. He stood there, shivering, the last of the festival’s chaotic energy fading into the heavy industrial mist that clung to the town of Oakhaven. In his right hand,...
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