The Wistful Crossroads

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Thorne. The name hung in the air of the magistrate’s office, heavy with the scent of damp wool and old paper. Elias Thorne stood by the window, the glass cold against his fingertips, watching the mist curl around the cobblestones of Oakhaven like a living thing. He was thirty-two, or so the parish records claimed, though his joints ached with a weariness that felt older, deeper, like stone...

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