The Wistful Crossroads

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The marrow of my left knee had begun to sing a low, grinding note before I ever understood that the Palace of the Eternal Spring was not a place, but a condition. It was a condition of the bone, a calcified ache that lived in the joint and dictated the rhythm of my steps, a percussion that marked time more faithfully than any clock in the sprawling, glass-walled atrium where the Ministry of...

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