The Wistful Crossroads

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The clock on the wall ticked with the heavy, wet sound of a stone dropping into a deep well. You counted the minutes as you counted the brittle pages of the Meridian Trust ledger, each sheet thinning the air in your lungs by a fraction. It was 2:14 AM, and you had fourteen hours of fog outside the window, a thick, gray wall that pressed against the glass like a starving animal. Your want was...

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