The Wistful Crossroads

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2026-08-20 14:09:18 -

The rain hits the cobblestones like a fist. You are bleeding. The blood is warm. It mixes with the mud. It smells of iron. You are in the square. The clock tower looms. The bells do not ring. They are dead. You climb the stairs. Your legs burn. The stone is slick. You grip the railing. The iron is cold. It bites into your palm. You do not stop. You cannot stop. The air is thick. It tastes of...

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