The Wistful Crossroads

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The ledger weighed four pounds, three ounces, and a fraction of a grain more than the previous entry. I counted the entries by the light of the gas lamp, my finger tracing the ink until the lines blurred into a single, dark river. It was November, 1904, and the cold had begun to settle into the bones of the Imperial Rail Ministry, a damp, industrial chill that seeped through the wool of my coat...

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