The Wistful Crossroads

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The soot of Oakhaven did not merely settle; it seeped, a pervasive, oily grime that coated the lungs and the ledgers alike, turning the very air into a medium of decay. It was the autumn of 1912, and ten-year-old Elias Vane stood before the great oak desk of the Municipal Registry, his small hands trembling as he watched the Archivist, Master Halloway, slump over his ledger. A single drop of...

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