The Wistful Crossroads

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The fog in Oakhaven did not behave like weather; it behaved like a debt. I arrived on the fourteenth of November, 1924, with my instruments packed in a battered leather case and my pockets lining with the weight of unpaid bills, the kind that do not merely ask for money but demand the surrender of one’s dignity. I was Elias Thorne, a surveyor of modest skill and desperate necessity, sent to map...

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