The Wistful Crossroads
The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, grey curtain that turned the streets of Riverford into a blur of slate and shadow, and within that deluge, the dead began to speak. I am Elias Thorne, and for thirty-two years I have served the Ministry of Historical Corrections, a body dedicated to the delicate art of sanitizing the past so that the present might remain unburdened by the...
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