The Wistful Crossroads

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2026-08-19 06:32:32 -

The rain had been falling for three days, a thin, persistent mist that turned the gravel of the driveway into a slurry of gray mud and crushed stone, and as I stood there, watching the back of my brother’s truck disappear into the fog, I felt a hollow ache in my chest that was not unlike the feeling of a bone being slowly ground down by a millstone, a grinding that had nothing to do with age...

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