The Wistful Crossroads

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The coat was wool. Heavy. Indigo. It hung on the hook by the door of the room that was not a room. It was a space between the breaths of the world. Elias stood before it. He was a clerk. He counted ledgers in the day. He counted shadows in the night. The coat had been there for years. Or perhaps for a moment. Time did not tick here. It pooled. It stuck to the skin like cold honey. The coat was...

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