The Wistful Crossroads

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The lamp in the composition room flickered, a dying ember in the throat of the night, as Silas called out for Elias Vane from the doorway. It was not a request but a summons, the kind that carried the weight of a ledger balance and the cold promise of a shift that would not end until the type was set. Elias, forty years old and forty years of service deep in the Blackwood Press, did not look up...

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