The Wistful Crossroads

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The letter lay on the desk, the ink still wet where Elias had signed it. It was a request for a pension review, a dry, bureaucratic slip of paper that felt heavier than the oak table beneath it. Outside, the river mist curled around the mill ruins, a thick, white shroud that smelled of wet iron and old rot. Elias Thorne, foreman of the Oakhaven Textile Works, stared at the signature until the...

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