The Wistful Crossroads

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The lamp in my hand weighed as much as a coffin lid. That was the rule of the Veridia salt mines, a truth as immutable as gravity, though no one spoke of it in the break room where the coffee tasted of rust and despair. I am Elias, forty-two, and I have been a night watchman for three years, ever since Julian vanished. The air here tastes of iron and old breath; the walls seem to expand and...

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