The Wistful Crossroads

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Six months. That was the weight of it. Elias Thorne counted the days in his head as he laced his boots, the leather stiff against ankles that had swollen with every drop in barometric pressure for the last decade. Fifty-two years old, and his knees clicked like dry twigs when he stood. He wanted only to finish. To secure the pension, to retire to the small house in Ohio where the iron gate of...

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