The Wistful Crossroads

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The bone snapped with a sound like a dry branch breaking under heavy snow, a crisp, final fracture that echoed in the sterile white room of the Department of Anomalous Affairs. I stared at my right hand, specifically the metacarpals, which had turned translucent and brittle, crumbling into fine white dust that settled on the dark wool of my suit. It was a sensation I had come to expect, a...

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