The Wistful Crossroads

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The letter sat on the table, the ink still wet, a dark stain against the white paper. "Read it again," I said. My voice was a rasp, dry as the dust that coated our lips. Thomas Bradshaw, my neighbor and the only man in Harrow’s End who still looked at me with something other than pity, picked up the sheet. He smoothed it with his calloused hands. "To His Worship, the Magistrate of the...

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