The Wistful Crossroads

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The promotion was on the table, a thick manila envelope that smelled of old toner and impending doom. "Sign here, Elias. And here. By Friday, you’re Senior. That’s a twelve percent bump. Enough to cover the surgery?" I looked up from the linoleum floor of Mr. Vane’s office. The carpet was a faded beige, stained with years of coffee rings that looked like topographical maps of some dry,...

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