The Wistful Crossroads

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The smell hit Leo before the sound did, a thick, cloying fog of burnt sugar and vanilla that rolled under the door of the community center basement like a living thing. It was the Annual Harvest Gala, and the air was so saturated with the scent of roasted nuts and caramelized apples that Leo could taste the sweetness on the back of his tongue, a cloying syrup that coated his throat and made it...

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