The Wistful Crossroads

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The rain did not fall so much as it was exhaled by the low, bruised sky, a persistent, wet sigh that settled over the limestone walls of the Grand Chancellery like a shroud. I stood in the corridor, the air thick with the scent of damp wool and old paper, watching the water streak down the tall, arched windows in long, trembling lines. It was the year of the Great Iron Expansion, a time when...

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