The Wistful Crossroads

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The first crack appeared in the morning light, thin as a hairline fracture in ice. It ran from the rim of the silver platter to the center, splitting the porcelain egg into two jagged halves. You watched it happen. The sound was not a crash, but a sigh, a release of tension that had been building in the cold air for days. The egg was the only thing left on the table. The rest of the feast had...

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