The Wistful Crossroads

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You wake up with the taste of copper in your mouth. It is a thick, metallic taste. Like old pennies. Like blood. You spit into the sink. The water is brown. You look at the mirror. Your face is pale. Your eyes are red. You are in the break room of the municipal building. The fluorescent lights hum. A low, constant drone. It vibrates in your teeth. Your name is Arthur. You are a clerk. You file...

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