The Wistful Crossroads

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The resignation letter was on the desk, the ink still wet, a small black pool in the center of the Chief’s mahogany surface. Elias Thorne stood by the window, watching the rain strip the leaves from the elms outside. He was forty-two, and his knees ached with a dull, persistent throb that the heating vent could not reach. He wanted out. He wanted the pension, the quiet, the end of the night...

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