The Wistful Crossroads

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The lantern in your hands weighs more than iron should, a cold blue fire humming inside the glass like a trapped insect. You hold it up against the mist that clings to the banks of the River Oakhaven, the light cutting a pale wedge into the darkness where the water flows backward, carrying the low, wet sound of whispering dead. You are Elias Thorne, fifty years old, a border warden with a heart...

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