The Wistful Crossroads

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The glass vase shattered against the linoleum floor of the break room, a sound so sharp and final that it silenced the hum of the refrigerator. Margaret stood in the center of the room, her hands still raised as if she had been casting a spell, her fingers trembling not from anger, but from a profound, hollow exhaustion. The shards of blue crystal, once holding a single, perfect white lily, now...

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