The Wistful Crossroads

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The coat was heavy. It was a charcoal wool blend, tailored in a cut that had been fashionable decades ago, perhaps even a century, depending on who you asked. It smelled of damp earth and stale tobacco. I had worn it for so long it had become a second skin, a shell that defined the shape of my body. The buttons were cracked. The lining was frayed at the seams. It was not just worn; it was...

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