The Wistful Crossroads

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I woke in a dream of static. White noise. It filled the room. It filled my lungs. I tried to speak. My mouth was dry. Dust. Sand. I coughed. The sound was wet. A rattle. Like a loose joint. I opened my eyes. The light was gray. Flat. No sun. No shadow. Just a uniform haze. I sat up. My back cracked. One pop. Two pops. Three. Pain flared. Sharp. Hot. I touched my spine. Bone hard. Unyielding. I...

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