The Wistful Crossroads

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2026-08-20 01:15:18 -

The rain did not fall so much as it was exhaled by the sky, a thick, gray breath that clung to the skin of the old station, turning the world into a watercolor painting left out in the storm, blurring the lines between the platform and the fog, between the solid concrete and the drifting, formless dark that waited for us on the other side of the tracks. I stood there, my uniform soaked through...

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