The Wistful Crossroads

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The office smelled of wet wool and old paper, a scent that seemed to seep into the very walls of the juvenile detention center, settling into the pores of the plastic chairs and the linoleum floor. You sat on the edge of the metal table, your knees pressed together, your fingers twisting the hem of your sweater until the fabric frayed. Across from you, Marcus sat with his arms folded, his face...

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