The Wistful Crossroads

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The coal dust in Oakhaven did not settle; it suspended itself in the air like a permanent, grey snow, coating the tongue and the eyelids, a fine abrasive reminder that the town was built on burning things. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-two years old, and your hands tremble not from the cold of the November evening in 1924, but from the crushing, physical weight of the iron band you cannot see...

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