The Wistful Crossroads

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The mortar cracked. I caught the shard before it hit the floor. It was jagged. Cold. White. "Stop it," I said. Thomas did not stop. His hammer swung again. The sound was a dry snap. Like a bone. "We need to open it," he said. His voice was steady. He was the foreman. He wore the dust of the mine in his eyebrows. "The sample is in there. The core is in there." I looked at the shard in my hand....

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