The Wistful Crossroads

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The fluorescent lights of the Department of Urban Planning hummed at a frequency that you could feel in your teeth, a low, persistent vibration that seemed to drill into the marrow of your bones, stripping away the comfortable illusions of order that you had constructed over the last thirty years of your professional life. You sat at the head of the long, scarred oak table, the surface etched...

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