The Wistful Crossroads

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Thorne, you are holding up the line. The voice came from the end of the long, oak table, low and gravelly, cutting through the hum of the air conditioning that always struggled against the heat of the archives. I looked up from the ledger, my fingers stained with the particular gray dust of decaying paper, and met the eyes of Magistrate Vane. He did not blink. He never did. In the twenty years...

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