The Wistful Crossroads

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The fire started in the dry grass outside the window, but it was the smoke that got in first. It crept through the cracks in the siding, a thin, grey serpent that tasted of ash and old wood, settling into the fibers of my wool coat. I stood by the stove, the fire long dead, and watched the room fill with the memory of a house that no longer existed. I am a soldier. Not of any army you would...

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