The Wistful Crossroads

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The elevator stopped. It did not open. The lights died. You were in the dark with the smell of stale coffee and old carpet. It was the forty-second floor. The building shook. A low hum, like a dying bee, vibrated through the soles of your shoes. "Is anyone there?" you called out. Your voice sounded thin. Weak. You coughed. The air was already getting thin. You thought of your wife, Sarah. She...

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