The Wistful Crossroads

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The letter is in your pocket. It burns. A small, square heat against your hip. You do not look at it. You walk. The gravel crunches under your shoes. You are late. You are always late. The train waits. It does not care if you are late. You are a clerk. You file. You stamp. You type. Your hands are steady. Your heart is not. The letter is from your sister. Her name is Clara. She is gone. She...

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