The Wistful Crossroads

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2026-08-19 04:44:10 -

The rain does not fall here. It rises. You watch the droplets climb the windowpane, defying gravity, moving upward toward a ceiling that is not wood but sky. The sky is a bruised purple, heavy with clouds that taste of copper. You are seven years old. Your knees are drawn to your chest. You are sitting in the hollow of an old elm tree that has grown through the floorboards of your bedroom. The...

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