The Wistful Crossroads

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The ledger lay open on the scarred oak desk, its columns of inked figures stretching back three years, and Elias Thorne counted the hours of his own labor as if they were sacks of grain, weighing each day’s output against the debt owed to the Guild of Masons, a sum that had grown heavier with every winter he had spent chiseling stone in the damp cellar beneath the city hall. He was a man whose...

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