The Wistful Crossroads

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The mist in Oakhaven does not behave like weather; it behaves like a witness. It clings to the eaves of the border station, pools in the gutters of the cobblestone square, and presses its damp, cold face against the glass of my office window, mirroring the gray of my uniform and the heavier gray of the suspicion that has settled on my career. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, with...

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