The Wistful Crossroads
The first thing you notice is the sound, a low, grinding hum that seems to rise from the very pavement of the city, a vibration so deep it bypasses your ears and settles directly into the marrow of your bones, a frequency that suggests the earth itself is a broken instrument being played by invisible, indifferent hands, and you stand in the middle of the intersection of Fourth and Main, your...
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