The Wistful Crossroads

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The letter arrived on a Tuesday, bearing the grey wax seal of the Ministry of Internal Order. It was not the ink that stopped my breath, but the texture of the paper, which felt like dried skin under my fingers. I had waited for this moment for eleven years, ever since the war had turned our borders into a place of silence and the law into a blade that cut only upward. I stood in the kitchen of...

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