The Wistful Crossroads

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The jar broke. It hit the stone floor of the infirmary with a sound like a bone snapping. Shards of blue glass scattered across the white linoleum. The smell hit me first. Sharp. Acrid. Like burnt sugar and rot. "Look what you did," said Master Aldous. He did not look at the glass. He looked at the air above it. "Careless. Always careless." I did not move. I stood in the doorway, my hands still...

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