The Wistful Crossroads

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The first stitch was counted. One, two, three. The needle pulled the steel thread through the wool, a thin, metallic bite in the dark. Elias Thorne sat in the center of his shop, surrounded by the wreckage of a banquet that had ended an hour ago. The air still tasted of roasted goose and cheap sherry, but the plates were stacked in the corner, trembling slightly under the weight of the silence....

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