The Wistful Crossroads

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2026-08-19 08:33:41 -

The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the highway into a slick, black ribbon cutting through the foggy Appalachian foothills, and I sat behind the wheel of the state trooper cruiser with my hands steady on the steering wheel, listening to the rhythmic thud of the wipers against the glass, trying to keep the nausea from rising in my throat as the engine...

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