The Wistful Crossroads

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2026-08-19 13:18:02 -

The rain hit the glass. It felt like gravel. I was in the car. My hands were slick on the wheel. The engine coughed. A metallic groan. I looked in the mirror. My face was a stranger’s. Pale. Hollow. The eyes were wrong. They were too wide. Too bright. I touched my jaw. The bone was sharp beneath the skin. I had not eaten in two days. The hunger was a cold stone in my gut. The road twisted. It...

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