The Wistful Crossroads

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The letter was thick, cream-colored, and smelled faintly of the tobacco Elias had not smoked in twenty years. He held it in his right hand, his left resting flat on the cold iron railing of the factory floor. For three days, the tremor in his left hand had been a constant, vibrating hum, a signal that the bargain he had struck in exile was coming due. He had made the deal to save his wife, to...

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