The Wistful Crossroads

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The clock on the wall ticked with the heavy, wet sound of a hammer striking a nail. Elias Thorne counted the minutes. Fourteen left until the end of his shift. Twenty-two years of service, and the pension calculation required a precision that the Ministry of Records did not tolerate. He adjusted his spectacles, the lenses thick as bottle bottoms, and looked down at the Silent Ledger. It sat on...

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