The Wistful Crossroads

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The air in the atrium tasted of ozone and crushed mint, a sharp, electric scent that had no place in the sterile, humming silence of the Federal Bureau of Anomalies’ Sector 4 containment wing. You stood alone in the center of the circular dais, your boots planted firmly on the polished obsidian floor, the weight of your service weapon heavy against your hip. The building around you was not...

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