The Wistful Crossroads

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"Can I help you, soldier? You’re blocking the light." The voice came from behind the desk, low and dry, like sand shifting in a box. I looked up. The man was small, with eyes like polished buttons that reflected the gaslight in two sharp, white points. He did not look at my face. He looked at the coat. I stood there, the wool heavy on my shoulders, the seams stretched thin from years of wear....

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