The Wistful Crossroads

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The brass pen in Elias Thorne’s left hand felt heavier than the ledger it was about to sign, a weight that seemed to drag the ink downward into the paper rather than merely marking the surface. He sat at his desk in the Municipal Archive, the third floor of the city hall, where the air smelled of dry rot and old dust, and the linoleum floor was cracked in a pattern that resembled the veins of a...

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