The Wistful Crossroads

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The air in the chapel was thick. It tasted of dust and old wax. You sat on the cold stone bench. Your back was against the wall. It was hard. It was unyielding. Like your spine. Like your will. You were Margaret. You were the sister of the dead. You were the voice of the forgotten. But here, you were only a body. A cage for a scream that would not come out. You looked at your hands. They were...

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