The Wistful Crossroads

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You stand at the edge of the fractured highway, where the asphalt gives way to a sea of churned mud and broken concrete, and the air tastes of ozone and wet dust, a metallic tang that coats the back of your throat with the promise of something terrible yet to be named. The sky above is not a sky but a bruised, swollen thing, purple and black, pressing down upon the landscape with the weight of...

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