The Wistful Crossroads

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a grey curtain stitched tight against the windowpanes of the Department of Anomalous Personnel. We sat in the break room, the fluorescent lights humming a low, electric B-flat that seemed to vibrate in the teeth. I held a mug of coffee that had gone cold an hour ago, the surface a mirror for my own tired face. Across the small, scarred table, Mr....

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