The Wistful Crossroads

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The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it hung, a grey veil that turned the cobblestones into mirrors of the sky. Elias Thorne stood at the door of the Miller house, his uniform soaked through to the skin, the heavy wool clinging to his ribs like a second, colder layer of flesh. He held the eviction order in his left hand, the paper trembling not from the cold, but from the hunger that...

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