The Wistful Crossroads

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2026-08-18 00:04:45 -

The rain hit the asphalt like a handful of coins. I stood at the edge of the county line, my uniform soaked through to the skin. The badge on my chest felt heavy, a cold stone against my ribs. It was the only thing that felt solid. My brother was gone. Not dead. Just... elsewhere. I had found him three days ago in the basement of the old mill. He was sitting in the corner, hands bound with his...

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