The Wistful Crossroads

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2026-08-19 21:20:21 -

The air inside the bunker tasted of copper and wet chalk. You sat on the concrete floor, your back against the cold, damp wall, and watched the rain streak down the single, high-set window. It was not a storm, exactly, but a persistent, gray deluge that seemed to have been falling since the world began. You adjusted your spectacles, the lenses smudged with the grime of the last three days, and...

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