The Wistful Crossroads

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2026-08-17 11:40:48 -

The rain did not fall; it hung, a grey curtain drawn tight against the glass of the waiting room, blurring the world outside into a smear of wet asphalt and dim streetlights. Inside, the air smelled of damp wool and stale coffee, a scent that had settled into the fibers of the chairs over decades of anxious waiting. Thomas sat in the corner, his knees drawn up to his chest, a posture that made...

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