The Wistful Crossroads

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The roast pheasant sat in the center of the long oak table, its skin glistening under the chandeliers, but Elias Vane did not look at the food. He looked at the Great Clock in the corner. It was silent. It had been silent for ten years. The guests, the distant cousins of Lord Vane, clinked their crystal glasses and spoke of the harvest, of the price of wool, of the strange, hollow look in the...

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