The Wistful Crossroads

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The ledger held four hundred and twelve entries, each line a weight of dust and silence. Elias Thorne counted them with the tip of his stylus, the metal scratching against the brittle paper like a mouse gnawing through dry wood. He was thirty-four, though the grey in his temples suggested a man who had aged in the dark corridors of St. Jude’s Asylum, where the air tasted of damp wool and old...

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