The Wistful Crossroads

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The fog in Oakhaven did not lift so much as it thickened, a silver silt that clung to the skin and whispered names in a dialect older than the church, and Elias Thorne sat in the tavern’s corner, mending a net with fingers that bled from the salt and the cold, listening to the rain hammer the roof like a debtor’s fist against a door. He was thirty years old, a former scholar of the university...

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