The Wistful Crossroads

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The vial in Elias Thorne’s pocket pulsed with a faint, amber warmth, a rhythm that matched the erratic stutter of his left hand, which he kept hidden deep within the woolen lining of his coat. It was the third of November, 1912, and the air inside the Blackwood Textile Mill tasted of coal smoke and wet wool, a thick, suffocating layer that coated the back of Elias’s throat as he stood before...

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