The Wistful Crossroads

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The light in the grand hall was thin and grey, cutting through the dust motes that hung suspended in the air like frozen rain. Elias Thorne stood by the window, his hands wrapped around a mug of tea that had gone cold an hour ago, watching the shadows stretch across the rotting oak floorboards. He was forty-two, an age that should have brought him stability, but instead it had delivered him to...

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