The Wistful Crossroads

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The banquet hall smelled of roasted lamb and wet wool, a thick, cloying scent that clung to the back of your throat like a secret you couldn’t swallow. You sat at the head of the long oak table, your uniform pressed to a sharpness that bordered on aggression, your silver badge catching the flickering light of the gas lamps. Around you, the men of the Department of Anomalous Archives drank...

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