The Wistful Crossroads

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The banquet hall smelled of wet wool and rust. Inspector Elias Thorne stood by the window. Rain streaked the glass. It looked like tears. Or blood. The city of Oakhaven lay beyond. Industrial. Grim. Steam hissed from the vents. It was a living thing. A beast. Inside, the air was thick. Cigars burned. Whiskey sloshed. Men laughed. Their voices echoed. Hollow. They celebrated a victory. A quiet...

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