The Wistful Crossroads

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The iron key sat in Elias Thorne’s palm, cold and heavy as a dead bird, its teeth worn smooth by decades of turning. He held it up to the gray light filtering through the blinds of his office, watching the metal catch the dust motes that danced in the still air, and for a moment, the rhythmic thumping in his chest synchronized with the expansion and contraction of the gate in his dream. He was...

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