The Wistful Crossroads

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The fog did not merely obscure; it consumed. It ate the echo of Elias Thorne’s boots against the wet cobblestones, swallowing the sound before it could reach the next alley. He was forty-two, his spine a curved question mark, his hands cracked and mapped with the white scars of lye and rust. The Guild had given him a debt to clear, a number etched in ink on a ledger page that smelled of mildew...

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