The Wistful Crossroads

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The jam was red, a viscous and ancient thing that clung to the silverware like a secret too heavy to speak. Sergeant Elias Thorne sat in the corner of the mess hall, the institutional beige walls humming with a low-frequency static that seemed to vibrate in his teeth. He did not eat. He stared at the apricot preserve on his spoon, watching the light catch the suspended seeds, tiny black eyes...

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