The Wistful Crossroads

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2026-08-23 06:43:07 -

The rain had turned the gravel path into a slurry of grey mud, slick and indifferent as the wet wool of Elias Thorne’s coat. He stood at the iron gate of the university library, watching his father, Silas, hunch his shoulders against the wind, his figure shrinking into the mist until it was indistinguishable from the shadows of the old oak trees. Silas did not look back. He never did. Elias...

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