The Wistful Crossroads

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The silence in the archive was not empty but heavy, a physical substance that pressed against my eardrums, thick with the scent of decaying paper and the metallic tang of the ozone that had just cracked the main server room’s glass, leaving a jagged, weeping wound in the wall through which the cold November air rushed in like a thief, carrying with it the wet, red-tinged smell of rain that had...

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