The Wistful Crossroads

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The banquet hall smelled of wet wool and stale beer. Elias Thorne stood by the wall, his hands clasped behind his back, listening to the groan of the rafters above. It was a low, continuous moan, like a dog with a bone stuck in its throat. The town council was celebrating the end of the fiscal year, but for Elias, the noise was a physical weight. He was the town clerk, a man of forty-two who...

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