The Wistful Crossroads

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The frost had not yet settled on the gravel of the estate, but the air in the parlor was thick with the scent of damp wool and the metallic tang of Elias’s own anxiety. He stood before the large window, his hands trembling so violently that the glass seemed to vibrate in sympathy, while Mr. Halloway sat in the high-backed chair opposite, a ledger open on his knee, his eyes fixed on the...

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