The Wistful Crossroads

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The fog in Oakhaven did not roll in; it accumulated, a slow, grey silt that settled into the pores of the brick and the skin of the men. Elias Thorne, Sergeant of the local constabulary, stood before the mirror in his cramped flat, watching the tremor in his right hand. He was forty-five, but the lines around his eyes spoke of a man who had seen thirty more winters. His sister Martha lay in the...

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