The Wistful Crossroads

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2026-08-20 00:15:18 -

The iron glowed. It sang. I held the tongs. My father’s shop stood empty. The door was ajar. Wind whistled through the rafters. Dust motes danced in the beam of light. I was twenty years old. I had not spoken to him in three months. He was a craftsman. I was a merchant. That was the difference. He made things. I sold things. He believed in the object. I believed in the price. The iron was for a...

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