The Wistful Crossroads

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The rain against the tall, arched windows of the Ministry of Internal Affairs did not sound like rain; it sounded like the static of a dying television, a low, persistent hiss that filled the silence between Elias Thorne’s words and the Director’s dry, papery responses. Elias sat on the edge of the leather chair, his hands clasped so tightly that the knuckles had turned the color of old bone,...

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