The Wistful Crossroads

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The air in the mill office smelled of wet wool and old paper, a scent that clung to the back of Elias Thorne’s throat like a fishbone. He stood before the desk of Clerk Halloway, his hands trembling not from cold, but from the low-frequency hum that had inhabited his skull for three days. It was a vibration, deep and rhythmic, like the idle engine of a locomotive buried under the floorboards....

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