The Wistful Crossroads

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The fog tastes of copper and old pennies. It rolls off the cobblestones of a street that does not appear on any map, a street that bends like a broken bone. You are Elias. You are forty-two. You are running. Your lungs burn with the effort of escaping the debt collector, a shadow that stretches long and thin behind you, matching your pace with a terrifying, patient rhythm. You do not look back....

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