The Wistful Crossroads

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The rain lashed against the high, grim windows of St. Jude’s Industrial School, a relentless drumming that seemed to synchronize with the failing rhythm of Elias Thorne’s heart as he stood in his office, staring at the resignation letter he had drafted three times but never sent. It was the autumn of 1912, and the air in the corridor smelled of wet wool, coal dust, and the metallic tang of...

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