The Wistful Crossroads

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2026-08-18 09:47:56 -

The brass compass in my left hand was warm to the touch, a feverish pulse against the chill of the industrial dawn, and I held it not as an instrument of navigation but as a talisman against the creeping void of the night I had just escaped, a void that smelled of sulfur and wet wool and the distinct, copper tang of my own spilled blood, while the world outside the cabin of the train blurred...

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