The Wistful Crossroads

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The glass held the sky. I held it in my hand. It was a simple vase, blue and white, bought from a shop in the town square three days ago. The glaze was thin. The light bent through it. I was alone in the room. The room was small. The walls were bare. I looked at the vase. I saw my reflection. It was distorted. My face was stretched. My eyes were wide. I was a soldier. I wore the uniform. The...

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